Yes, this is an old joke... but, then, so am I.
No, wait, that didn't come out right....
The old man lived by himself far up in the hills. His only son had moved away years ago, cross country, to some fancy college. He sent letters home, as a dutiful son would, never realizing that his father had never learned to read them.
The old man was proud. Nobody knew he had no formal learning.
But the pile of letters grew and so did his curiosity. One day the old man went to see his preacher and, after swearing him to secrecy, asked the preacher to read him the boy's letters.
And the preacher did, in order, starting with the oldest first. In the letters the son proudly reported how he'd worked hard and gotten his B.S., M.S., and finally a Ph.D.
The old man listened in silence until the last letter was read. Then he said, "Preacher, I know he's trying to sell me on this being a good thing, but I don't see it. Everybody knows what B.S. is -- I imagine M.S. just means more of the same. And Ph.D.? What can that mean but 'Pile it Higher and Deeper'?"
5 comments:
I had no formal learning either. It was pretty casual. We called our teachers by their first names.
And he certainly needed no formal education to figure that one out, did he??
That's a good one. Could be some truth in it.
Yep, old joke but good one. Iget to spend good time here with some very smart people some of whom are formally educated and some of whom are not.
I'm a F.A
You figure it out ;)
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