He Was Careful.
McGregor: "McPherson, come up to my house for dinner some night. What would you like to have?" McPherson: "Anything." McGregor: "How about some hash?" McPherson: "I said anything; not everything."
No Option.
The harassed carpet salesman eventually appealed to the husband to come to some decision. "You won't beat this, sir," he said. "You'll pardon me," said the wife. "He will if I want him to."
Mandy was known in all the negro quarters as a most exclusive girl and a stickler for etiquette. When her aged father reached the shack one evening he was annoyed to see a big negro making love to her. "Mandy, tell dat nigger to stop dem scan'lous perceedin's!" he shouted. "Yo* tell him yo'se'f, Pa," responded the girl. "He's a perflck stranger to me."
Bride: "Come along to table, darling, dinner is ready." Young Husband: "Already, darling?" Bride: "Yes, dear, why not?" "But, my pet, there has been no smell of burning."
Friend: "Well, how is married life?" Bride: "Lovely but what do you think? My husband really does stutter and I always thought it was emotion.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3481, 9 August 1937, Page 7
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186He Was Careful. Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3481, 9 August 1937, Page 7
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