Phtographer
The British
Government’s policy of socialized medicine has
recently been broadened to include a service called
"proxy Fathers." Under the government plan, any
married woman who is unable to become pregnant through
the first five years of marriage may request the service
of a proxy father - a government employee who attempts to
solve the couple's problem by impregnating
the wife.
The Smiths, a young couple, have no children and a proxy
father is due to arrive. Leaving for work, Mr. Smith
says, "I'm off. The government man
should be here soon." Moments later, a door-to-door
baby photographer rings the bell . . . . .
Mrs. Smith: "Good morning."
Salesman: "Good morning, madam. You don’t know
me, but I've come to ?
Mrs. Smith: "No need to explain, I've been expecting
you."
Salesman: "Really? Well, good. I've made a specialty
of babies, especially twins."
Mrs. Smith: "That's what my husband and I had hoped.
Please come in and have a seat."
Salesman: (Sitting) "Then you don't need to be sold
on the idea?"
Mrs. Smith: "Don't concern yourself. My husband and
I both agree that this is the right thing to do."
Salesman: "Well, perhaps we should get down to
it."
Mrs. Smith: (Blushing) "Just where do we
start?"
Salesman: "Leave everything to me. I usually try two
in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on
the bed. Sometimes the living room floor allows the
subject to really spread out."
Mrs. Smith: "Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder
it hasn’t worked for Harry and me."
Salesman: "Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a
good one every time, but if we try several locations and
I shoot six or seven angle, I'm sure you will be pleased
with the results. In fact, my business card says, I'm aim
to please?"
Mrs. Smith: "Pardon me, but isn't that a little
informal?"
Salesman: "Madam, in my line of work, a man must be
at ease and take his time. I'm love to be in and out in
five minutes, but you will be disappointed with
that."
Mrs. Smith: "Don't I know! Have you had much success
at this?"
Salesman: (Opening his briefcase and finding baby
pictures) "Just look at this picture. Believe it or
not, it was done on top of a bus in downtown."
Mrs. Smith: "Oh, my!"
Salesman: "And here are pictures of the prettiest
twins in town. They turned out exceptionally well when
you consider their mother was so difficult to work
with."
Mrs. Smith: "She was?"
Salesman: "Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take
her down to Hyde Park to get the job done right. I've
never worked under such impossible conditions. People
were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a
good look."
Mrs. Smith: "Four and five deep?"
Salesman: "Yes and for more than three hours, too.
The mother got so excited she started bouncing around,
squealing and yelling at the crowd. I couldn’t concentrate.
I'm afraid I had to ask a couple of men to restrain her.
By the time darkness was approaching and I began to rush
my shots."
"When the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment I
just packed it all in."
Mrs. Smith: "You mean they actually chewed on your,
eh . . . equipment?"
Salesman: "That's right, but it's all in a day's
work. I consider my work a pleasure. I've spent years
perfecting my patented technique. Now take this baby, I
shot this one in the front window of a big department
store."
Mrs. Smith: "I just can't believe it."
Salesman: "Well, madam, if you've ready, I will set
up my tripod so that we can get to work."
Mrs. Smith: "TRIPOD!?!"
Salesman: "Oh, yes, I have to use a tripod to rest
my equipment on. It's’s much too heavy and
unwieldy for me to hold while I am shooting. Mrs. Smith?
. . . Mrs. Smith? . . . My God, she's fainted."
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