Fraternity-Testvériség, 1958 (36. évfolyam, 1-11. szám)
1958-08-01 / 8. szám
18 FRATERNITY LET’S SMILE “Daddy”, asked the little boy on the train, “what was the name of the station we just left?” “I don’t know son”, answered his parent. “Can’t you see I’m reading the paper? Ask your mother.” “I can’t”, said the little boy. “She got off there.” ★ ★ ★ “I’m not wealthy, and I don’t have a yacht and a convertible like Bill Green”, apologized the suitor. “But, darling, I love you.” “And I love you, too”, replied the girl. “But tell me more about Bill.” ★ ★ ★ He came beaming from the boss’s office and told a friend: “The Old Man’s mellowing — not nearly so tough as when he turned me down for a raise six months ago.” “You got it?” asked the friend. “No, but this time he ddint’ get upset — just laughed.” ★ ★ ★ The father was properly horrified. “No use!” he exclaimed, when his son’s report card showed a low average in arithmetic. “Do you want to grow up an ignoramus and not be able to figure football scores, batting averages and race track odds?” ★ ★ ★ Sad-looking father, watching daughter select a costly wedding gown, to wife: “I don’t mind giving her in marriage, but must she be gift- wrapped?” ★ ★ ★ Mechanic: “I’ll bet you were mad when you ran over that skunk.” Truck Driver: “Mad? I was highly incensed.” ★ ★ ★ One girl to another: “There’s no denying he’s a Cad, but on the other hand, so is his convertible.” ★ ★ ★ A Navy recruit on guard had strict orders to admit no car unless it bore a special tag. He stopped a car carrying a high ranking officer and heard the brass instruct his chauffeur: “Drive right through.” “I’m sorry, sir”, said the recruit, deferentially, “but I’m new at this. Who do I shoot — you or the driver?” ★ ★ ★ Another Texas tale . . . Have you heard about the visiting Texan who tipped a waiter $100? “I beg your pardon, sir”, gasped the waiter. “Do you realize how much you just gave me?” “That’s to teach you a lesson, son”, growled the Texan. “I didn’t leave my usual tip because I wasn’t too satisfied with your service.” ★ ★ ★ Safety-Zone: A place where motorists are supposed to give the pedestrian a sporting chance.
