The Grandfather Clock... A wealthy young man was moving from one house to another, a few streets away. Observing the carefree way in which the moving crew yanked his cherished antiques about, he was determined to save a tall grandfather's clock, which he prized highly, from any possible damage. Taking the clock in his arms, he started for the new house. But, the clock was as tall as him, and very heavy too, so he had to put it down every few feet, rest his arms and mop his steaming brow. Then, he would clutch his burden and stagger on again. After half an hour of these strenuous exertions he was nearly at his destination, when an intoxicated person who had been watching his labors from the opposite side of the road took advantage of a halt and approached him. "Mister," he said thickly, "could I ash you a quest'n?" "What is it?" demanded the exhausted young man. "Why the heck don't you just carry a damn watch?" the drunk asked.