REAL ESTATE AGENTS
STEVE—"That Smith guy of the Meadow Bottom Development Company has got the fastest car in this neck of the country. He makes ninety miles an hour."
HANK—"Some car! What's he want of such a speed demon?"
STEVE—"He's gotta have it when he's advertising his development as being five minutes from the station."
A house-hunter, getting off a train at a suburban station, said to a boy standing near:
"My boy, I am looking for Mr. Smith's new block of semi-detached houses. How far are they from here?"
"About twenty minutes' walk," said the boy.
"Twenty minutes!" exclaimed the house-hunter. "Nonsense! The advertisement said five."
"Well," replied the boy, "yer kin believe me or the advertisement, whichever yer want. But I ain't tryin' to make no sale."
"Look here, you swindler!" roared the owner of the suburban property to the real-estate man. "When you sold me this house, didn't you say that in three months I wouldn't part with it for $10,000?"
"Certainly," said the real-estate dealer calmly, "and you haven't, have you?"