All Was Not Well
“Don’t yo’ all know it’s wrong to shoot craps?” piped the preacher as he discovered a portion of his congregation pursuing the Goddess of Chance.
“Yas, suh,” admitted one parishioner, languidly, “an’ bulieve me, Ah’s payin’ fo’ mah sins.”
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A Tiresome Job
(From Minneapolis Journal)
LOOK—I must sell my shoe hospital, as I am getting tired of sitting. 6383, Journal.
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“You’re a stingy old tight wad, Bill.”
“How do you make that out, Joe?”
“Why I heard your wife say that if you owned the Atlantic Ocean you wouldn’t even give a clam a gargle.”
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