Fraternity-Testvériség, 1959 (37. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1959-10-01 / 10. szám
FRATERNITY 11 LET’S SMILE A backslider whose riotous Saturday night escapades had brought him fame of a kind, began faithfully attending church on Sunday mornings. The pastor was highly gratified and told him: “How wonderful it makes me feel to see you at services with your good wife.” “Well, preacher”, said the prodigal, “it’s a matter of choice — I’d rather hear your sermon than her’s.” ★ ★ ★ Overheard in a supermarket the other day: Wife to Husband: “Look at it this way, dear, the more it costs for food, the more green stamps we get!” ★ ★ ★ Unlike American auto makers, the British Rolls-Royce Company does not disclose the horsepower of its cars. One titled Enligshman, prodded by one of his Ameriacn friends, used his finest crested stationery to write the Rolls people and ask: “What is the horsepower of my ‘Silver Dawn’?” With typical British reserve, a company executive replied with a single word: “Adequate.” ★ ★ ★ “Why the peculir costume?” asked the startled young lady. “I was hoping you’d ask”, said her boy friend. “The weather has been so changeable I am wearing my Bermuda shorts with long underwear.” ★ ★ ★ The old storekeeper, who was also the community’s postmaster, was a real go-getter. He had no helper, and when he had to leave his store to meet the mail train, especially in the summer months, he was tormented by thoughts of tourists stopping for gas and soft drinks, and finding him gone. Finally he hit upon a shrewd solution. He printed a sign in bold letters which explained everything during his enforced absences: “Back in 15 minutes. — Already been gone 10.” ★ ★ ★ A young lawyer, pleading his first case, had been retained by a farmer to prosecute a railroad company for killing 24 hogs. He wanted to impress the jury with the magnitude of the injury. “Twenty-four hogs, gentlemen! Twenty-four! Twice the number there are in the jury box!” ★ ★ ★ Late one evening at a recent convention in Las Vegas, the nightclub doorman assisted four happy delegates into a taxi and told the driver: “This one goes to the Thunderbird, these two go to the Sahara, and the one with the hiccups goes to the El Rancho.” In a few minutes the taxi driver was back. Beckoning to the doorman, he asked: “Would you mind sorting these fellows out again? I hit a bump.” i
