Daily Journal: Rewritten...
The other day, census takers came home. Or rather, a copyist. According to my wife (I was at work), she is a charming, youthful, airy creature. Everything was going smoothly until they got to me. “Is your husband’s nationality Russian?” - asked the creature. “No,” answered the wife, “he’s a Jew.” The girl looked down and asked embarrassedly: “What, should I write it just like that?”