Between Kenosha and Milwaukee, says a Wiseonsin paper, au insuranco agent entered a car, and, having issued tickets to several of the passengers, approached an elderly lady, who, it aftorwards appeared was deaf. " Madam, would you liko to iusure against accidents ?" inquired the agent. " I'm going to Oshkosh to visit niy dartor, who is married up there and has got a baby.1' The agent raised his voice a little. " Would you like to insure your life against accidents 't" " She's been married two years and a half. It's a gal." Agent, still louder: " I'm an insurance agent, madam ; don't you want your life insured against accidents 't" " O, I didn't understand you," said the old lady. " No ; her name is Johnson ; my name is Evans, and I live five miles from Kenosha. v The agent vanished.