A Scotsman entered a telegraph office in New York and asked the clerk behind the counter how much a telegram to Chicago would cost. "A wire to Chicago," said the clerk, "will cost you five 'cents a word for ten words. There would be no charge for the signature." The Scotsman thought for a moment. "Well," ho suggested, ."suppose just send my signature?" The clerk rose to the joke. "All right," he said, "I'll do that for you. What's your name?" "Well," replied the Scot, "I may not look it, but I'm a Red Indian, and my name is I-Won't-Be-ITome-Till-Friday!"
"Of course," said the elderly female, "you arc aware that it requires money to get into society." "Yes," replied.the voting man, "and I also am aware of the fact lhat it requires brains to keep out of it."
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 29 March 1930, Page 9
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