A class of high school students wanted to send a bunch of roses to their beloved principal on his forthcoming birthday one rose per year. So they sent a delegation.
- Mr. Principal, how old will you be?
- I 'd rather not say. All I can tell you - I'll be one third older than the history teacher.
So the went to the history teacher:
- Mr. Banks, how old are you?
- If the boss won't tell you his age, neither shall I. But I'm one third older than the physics teacher.
So they went to mrs. Colt, the physics teacher:
- Mrs Colt, how old are you?
- It's not very
