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“Have you change for a nickel?”
BRIGHTER SIDE
Jack London’s early life was sur
rounded with poverty, privation
and hardships. His novels, based
on his own experiences, were writ
ten in such a fashion that all this
misery somehow emerged as excit
ing, romantic tales.
“Jack, how do you make all your
most humiliating experiences seem
so glamorous?” asked a friend.
“They have flowers at funerals,
don’t they?” retorted London.
New Flavor
A fellow with one of those awful
laryngitis colds went into a soda
bar to ease his tonsils with some ice
creamn “What kinda ithe cream
you got?” he whispered to the wait
ress.
She leaned over him and replied,
also in a whisper: “Jutht thtraw
berry, rathberry and vanilla.”
“Oh, do you have laryngitith,
too?”
“No thir. Jutht thtrawberry, rath
berry and vanilla.”
COMING CLOSE
Little Albert came home from
school with a new book under his
arm. “It’s a prize, mother,” he
said.
“A prize? What for, dear?”
“For natural history. Teacher
asked me how many legs an ostrich
had, and I said three.”
“But an ostrich has two legs.”
“I know {hat now, mother, but the
rest of the class said four, so I was
the nearest.”
In the Army .
First Soldier—What’s the differ
ence between a lieutenant and a
sergeant?
Second Soldier—A lieutenant has
bars on his shoulders and a ser
geant has a chip on his.
Short Count
Jane—What do you think is so odd
about the cake I decorated for my
birthday?
Jean—Nothing, but anyway I fig
ure the candles your arithmetic is
awfully bad.
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