                            Judging people
     "I know all about people," the professor says. "I teach psychology,
  and I have studied people for many years. This one is fat. He eats too
  much. This one is sick. I can tell by his face. I see boys and girls,
  men and women all day. I know about people."
     "I have lived on a farm all my life," the farmer answers. "I have not
  had much education. Perhaps you can teach me something. Do you see those
  people over there? Can you tell me where they are going?"
     "I think I can," said the professor.
  "That little, old lady is going into the drugstore. She has a headache.
  "The strong, young man is going into the sport shop. He is an athlete.
  "The man with the long hair is going into the barbershop.
  "The fat woman is going to the candy store, of course.
  "The pretty, young lady is going into the beauty shop.
  "There. Do you have any questions?"
     "No," says the farmer, "But I think you are wrong."
     "I am never wrong about people," smiles the professor.
     "You are wrong this time," answers the farmer. "I think the little,
  old lady is going into the sporting goods store. The fat woman will go
  into the barber shop. The man with the long hair is going into the beauty
  shop. The strong, young man is going to the drugstore. The pretty, young
  lady will go into the candy store."
     They watch the people walk into the stores.
     "Well, well," says the professor. "You are right, and I am wrong.
  How did you guess so well? You have not had my experience with people."
     "Perhaps not," smiles the farmer. Then he explained.
     "The little, old lady works in the sport shop.
     "The barber is the fat woman's husband.
     "The man with the long hair owns the beauty shop.
     "The strong, young man has a headache. He is going to buy some aspirin.
     "The pretty, young woman is going to buy candy. Today is her son's
  birthday."
     "Ah, this is unfair!" the professor says.
     "Yes, a little," laughs the farmer.
     "You cannot know the strong, young man has a headache, and the pretty,
  young lady has a son. Perhaps you are wrong about those two."
     "No, I know," answers the farmer. "I am sure about it."
     "You cannot know," says the professor. "I think you are guessing!"
     "Oh, no, my friend. I am very sure. The strong, young man is my son.
  The pretty, young lady is my daughter."
