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What
readers would enjoy more than the letter is collection
of “Their humour” sent by same dear reader Mr. Deepak
Uzagre. So enjoy the vintage stuff ! |
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“Their
humour”
Receiving an invitation to lunch from a prominent
noble woman, George Bernard Shaw sent her this
telegram:
“Certainly not. What have I done to provoke such an
attack on my well known habits?”
That afternoon he received the answer: “Know nothing
of your habits. Hope they are not as bad as your
manners”. When
H.L. Mencken was the editor, he received a poem
entitled, “why do I live?”
Disdaining a rejection slip, Mencken scrawled the
words:
“Because you sent your poem by mail.”
The
witty English parson, Sydney Smith, was as usual
getting the best of an argument against a lawyer
friend of his.
The lawyer, who prided himself on his debating skill,
snapped peevishly, “If I had a son who was an idiot, I
would make him a parson”.
Dr. Smith smiled coolly: “Your father was evidently of
a different opinion”. |
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At a
dull party Charles MacArthur, who with Ben Hecht,
co-authored many lively stage and screen plays, tried
unsuccessfully to avoid a bore.
“You know, said the bore in his best bootlicking
manner, “you're the first person I've met tonight
worth talking to”.
“I must say”, came the instant response, “that you're
luckier than I am”. |
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Abraham
Lincoln had more than one altercation with the
impervious but reluctant warrior, General McClellan.
One time Lincoln demanded more information from
McClellan than he was getting.
McClellan, offended, replied with the following
telegram:-
“We have captured six cows. What shall we do with
them?” G.B. McCellan
The president immediately replied: General George
McCllan; Army of the Potomac :
“As to the six cows captured milk them”.
A. Lincoln |
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Several
college students met an old man with a long white
beard and decided to have some fun with him.
“Good morning, Father Abraham”, said the first, bowing
low.
“Good morning, Father Isaac,” said the second, also
bowing.
The third made his Salam. “Good morning, Father Jacob”
he said.
The old man looked at the students for several
moments, then said : “I am neither Abraham, Nor Isaac
Nor Jacob. I am Saul, the son of Kish, and I am out
looking for my father's donkeys, and lo! I have found
them. |
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Edward
Arnold sat down in a restaurant one night and ordered
a steak. After the usual waiting time, it arrived,
Arnold took one look at it and complained to the
waiter,
“This steak is certainly burned black”.
“Yes, Sir,” said the waiter. “A mark of respect, Our
chief died yesterday, Sir.” |
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Contributed by Deepak Ujagre |
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