The plane had three passengers – a Boy scout, a bishop and a pseudo – intellectual – when the pilot warned of an impending crash.

“Unfortunately”, he said, “We have only three parachutes. I must take one, so that I can report the accident.”

“And I must have one,” said the intellectual, “because I have a great contribution to make for the mankind.” He jumped out with the pilot.

The bishop turned to the scout. “My son,” he said “I’ve had along life. yours lies ahead. Take the last parachute – and good luck.”

“Don’t worry, your grace, ” said the scout. We’ve got the parachutes.
The intellectual has taken my haversack (backpack) instead of parachute.”