Fraternity-Testvériség, 1966 (44. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1966-01-01 / 1. szám
1 12 FRATERNITY LET’S SMILE “How’s this, waiter, you’ve charged me three dollars and a half for a piece of planked steak?” “Sorry, sir, but lumber’s gone up again.” ★ ★ ★ “Here’s the final installment on the baby’s furniture.” “Fine. And how is the little fellow getting along?” “Real good. He was tops in his high school class last year.” * * * The instructor seemed greatly irritated at the action of a student. “Listen here, young man”, he exclaimed, “are you the professor of this class?” “No, sir, I’m not”, answereed the young man boldly. “Well, then stop acting like a fool!” ★ ★ ★ The Revenue Service knew this one had to happen sooner or later. “Is this the office where I pay my income tax?” a woman asked on entering the Internal Revenue office. “Yes”, replied the clerk, “the cashier there will take your money.” “Oh, I never pay any bills in cash”, said the woman. “I always use my credit card.” ★ ★ ★ FORE! . . . Two golfers were annoyed by a slow couple in front of them, obviously new to the game. At one hole, there was a particularly long wait. One of the offending couple dawdled on the fairway while his companion searched industriously in the rough. “Why don’t you help your friend find his ball?” one shouted. “Oh, he’s got his ball”, he replied blandly. “He’s looking for his club.” ★ ★ ★ The preacher in a backwoods mountain country was having a heartto-heart talk with a backslider of his flock, whose drinking of moonshine invariably led to quarreling with his neighbors and occasional shotgun blasts at them. “Can’t you see, Ben”, said the parson, “that not one good thing comes out of this drinking?” “Well, I sort of disagree there, parson, replied the backslider. “It makes me miss the folks I shoot at.” ★ ★ ★ When the Shriners convened in Los Angeles one year, a main boulevard was roped off for their climactic parade, and only official cars, prominently marked “Potentate”, “Past Potentate” and the like, were permitted to use the thoroughfare for hours preceding the big march. One smart lawyer, anxious to avoid a detour that would make him thirty minutes late for his golf game, devised a sign for his car that got him right through the police barrier and enabled him to sail majestically up the empty boulevard. His sign proclaimed: “Past Participle!”
