A young man asked a rich old man how he’d made his money. The old man fingered his cardigan sweater and replied, “Well, son, it was 1932, the depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel. I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents. “The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 p.m. for twenty cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I’d accumulated a small fortune of $1.37. “Then my wife’s father died and left us two million dollars.” From Alan King’s Great Jewish Joke Book, by Alan King
Bad Joke of the Week: Inheritance
