Wrong Brother
A wealthy gentleman has a brother who is hard of hearing, while he
himself is remarkable for having a very prominent nose.
Once, this gentleman dined at a friend's house, where he sat between two
young ladies who talked to him very loudly, rather to his annoyance.
Finally one of them shouted a commonplace remark and then said in an
ordinary tone to the other:
"Did you ever see
uch an ugly nose?"
"Pardon me, ladies," said the gentleman. "It is my brother who is deaf."
* * *
A candidate for Congress from a certain Western state was never shy
about telling the voters why they should send him to Washington. "I am a
practical farmer," he said, boastfully, at one meeting. "I can plow,
reap, milk cows, shoe a horse--in fact, I should like you to tell me one
thing about a farm which I can not do." Then, in the impressive
silence, a voice asked from the back of the hall: "Can you lay an egg?"
* * *
_Doctor:_ "You are a great deal better this morning, I see. You followed
my directions, and that prescription did the business--what, you haven't
taken any of it?"
_Patient:_ "No; it says on the label, 'Keep the bottle tightly corked.'"
* * *
"And about the salary?" said the movie star.
"Well," said the manager, "suppose we call it $5,000 a week."
"All right."
"Of course, you understand that the $5,000 is merely what we call
it--you will get $500."
* * *
_Prospective Employer:_ I suppose you have some experience of live
stock?
_Applicant for Post:_ Well, I ain't ever looked after 'orses, nor milked
cows, and never 'andled poultry; but I've bred canaries.
* * *
A Scotchman had been presented with a pint flask of rare old Scotch
whiskey. He was walking briskly along the road toward home, when along
came a Ford which he did not sidestep quite in time. It threw him down
and hurt his leg quite badly. He got up and limped down the road.
Suddenly he noticed that something warm and wet was trickling down his
leg.
"Oh, Lord," he groaned, "I hope that's blood!"
* * *
_Mr. Graham:_ "Do you know, Miss F., if I had my way, I'd put every
woman in jail!"
_Miss F.:_ "Why, Mr. Graham, I'm surprised. I didn't know you felt that
way about us! What sort of a nation do you think this would be, if you
put all the women in jail?"
_Mr. Graham:_ "Stag-nation, of course!"
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