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At a boat-rental concession, the manager went to the lake's edge and yelled through his megaphone, "Number ninety-nine, come in, please. Your time is up." Several minutes passed, but the boat didn't return. "Boat number ninety-nine," he again hollered, "return to the dock immediately or I'll have to charge you overtime."
"Something is wrong here, boss," his assistant said. "We have only seventy-five boats. There is no number ninety-nine."
The manager thought for a moment and then raised his megaphone. "Boat number sixty-six," he yelled. "Are you having trouble out there?"
—Contributed by Roger F. Pittcngcr
"I reckon my neighbor has been makin' another batch of moonshine this week," remarked one mountaineer to another.
"How you figger that?"
"His rabbits have been over here abusin' my coon hounds again."
Homer Hatfield, an 84-year-old, had just returned from a trip to Paris. "I wish I'd done it forty years ago," he confided to a friend.
"You mean, when Paris was really Paris?"
"No, when Hatfield was really Hatfield!"
—Kenneth E. Hall in The Saturday Evening Post
• "The place will be crawling with
• "When it says empty, there are
always a couple of gallons left."
• "Counting drinks and tip, you'll
pay thirty dollars tops."
• "They'll feel wonderful once you
break them in."
• "We're bringing it in right under
• "You can assemble it yourself in
• "It won't feel cold once you dive
• "You'll housebreak him in no
—Quoted by Bill Haupt in Lodi, Wis., Enterprise
As two priests traveled along a country road, the first was remonstrating with the second about his habit of constantly interrupting himself.
"Tell you what I'll do," said the first priest. "I'll wager you my horse that you won't be able to recite the 'Our Father' through to the end without stopping."
The other agreed to the bet and started the prayer. About halfway
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through, he looked up and asked, "Do I get the saddle too?"
—Quoted by Bishop Fulton J. Sheen on "Life Is Worth Living," Dumont TV
"Your husband seems to know a lot about music," said a woman to her friend.
"Are you kidding? He doesn't know his brass from his oboe!"
—Don Reber in Reading, Pa., Times
acob was digging a well in the Israeli desert, and he discovered a casket containing a mummy. After examining the artifact, he excitedly called
the curator of a museum in Jerusalem. "I've found the body of a three-thousand-year-old man who died of heart failure!" he exclaimed proudly.
"There is no way you could know these details," insisted the curator. "But bring it in, and we'll see."
A week later Jacob received a call from the museum. "You were right about the mummy's age and cause of death," the curator said. "How did you arrive at these conclusions?"
"Well," Jacob replied, "the man's right hand was clenched around a piece of paper that looked like a ticket. On it was written: 'ioo shekels on
Goliath.' " —Contributed by Guy S. Jones
"That was close!" exclaimed the surgeon as he left the operating room.
"What do you mean?" asked a nurse.
"An inch either way and I would have been out of my specialty!"
—The Toastmaster'i Treasure Chest, edited by Herbert V. Prochnow and Herbert V. Prochnow, Jr. (Harper & Row)
Mary and Mick had been good friends for years. Each night after she closed her shop, Mary would go to Mick's place, cook their dinner, wash up and return to her home. One evening after this had gone on for 30 years, she said, "Mick, it's about time we got married."
"Oh, Mary," Mick sighed. "Who'd
have US?" —Contributed by Amy Eason
Reporter: "Mr. Jones, you're a self-educated man. How did you manage to do all that reading during those busy years?"
Mr. Jones: "Simple. I kept an open book on my desk, and read it whenever someone on the phone said, 'Just a
moment, please.' " —Helen Daley in Gtobe
So many things went wrong in his life that the fellow thought he was a loser. He started seeing a psychiatrist to work on improving his self-image.
One morning he rushed into his doctor's office, shouting, "I'm not a loser anymore, Doc. I just dropped my English muffin on the kitchen floor. Look, it landed butter side up!"
The psychiatrist examined the evidence and then, with a sigh, handed it back. "Stanley," he said gently, "you buttered the wrong side."
—James Dent in Charleston, W. Va., Gazelle
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