Fraternity-Testvériség, 1958 (36. évfolyam, 1-11. szám)
1958-02-01 / 2. szám
18 FRATERNITY LET’S SMILE A Seattle chest X-ray worker thought she saw a familiar face in the line of persons being X-rayed, so she asked the woman if she hadn’t already been tested. “Certainly”, replied the woman. “I’ve had three already. The first treatment didn’t help me, but after the second one I began feeling a lot better. I don’t have to quit them, do I?” ★ ★ ★ Two cannibals met in a mental institution. One was tearing out pictures of men, women and children from a magazine, stuffing them into his mouth and eating them. “Tell me”, said the other, “is that dehydrated stuff any good?” * * * Two rather inebriated gentlemen were sitting on the curb. “Watsh your wife gonna say about you shtaying out so late?” one spoke up. “Don’t have a wife”, was the response. “Well, then”, asked the first one, “whatsha big idea of shtaying out so late then?” ★ ★ ★ “Where are you going on your vacation?” “Haven’t decided yet. I want to take a trip around the world, but my wife wants to go someplace else.” ★ ★ ★ A mountaineer gave two visitors permission to hunt on his land. As they set out, he told them, “You’ll find a still ’round t’other side of the mountain, and I’d be obliged if you’d bring me back a jugful.” At the end of the day, the pair stopped at the still, filled a jug, but were barely on their way again when a bullet whistled over their heads. Pounding at top speed down the path to the mountaineer’s cabin, they rushed in and panted that his still was being raided. “Boys”, he replied, as he hastily shut the door behind them, “I plumb forgot to mention, that ain’t my still.” ★ ★ ★ “Do you say prayers before eating?” the minister asked the little boy. “No, sir, I don’t need to”, replied the child. “My mother’s a good cook.” ★ ★ ★ A company received an anonymous letter enclosing a $50 check. “This is money I stole from you . . . haven’t had a good night’s sleep since.” At the bottom of the letter was a P. S.: “If I still can’t sleep, will send you the balance.” ★ ★ ★ The Texan drove his car onto the toll bridge. The gatekeeper stopped him. “Fifty cents”, he said. The annoyed Texan fumbled through his pockets. “Son”, he drawled, I never carry 50 cents. How much do you want for the bridge?”
