A census taker once tried to test me, I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
I am becoming like the Irish Census, broken down by Age, Sex, and Religion.
The population of the city, as reported in the 1871 Census, was 367,552; in 1881, 405,848; in 1891, 452,518; in 1901, 509, 346; in 1911, 518,660; in 1921, 526,912; and in 1931, 647,230.
Not very long ago some one invented the assertion that there were only "Four Hundred" people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen — the Census taker — and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the "Four Million."o. henry
Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely. ‘Tis pedantry to estimate nations by the Census, or by square miles of land, or other than by their importance to the mind of the time.
A falling-down wreck on the edge of town, curtains permanently drawn, that would turn out to have been home to some ancient recluse who'd been surviving on ramen and toenail clippings since time immemorial, though no one realizes it until a property appraiser or an overly ambitious Census taker barges in to find the poor soul returning to dust in a La-Z-Boy. People get too old to care for a place, their family writes them off for one reason or another it's sad, but it happens.
A Census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.Hannibal Lecter