May-June, 1932
THE COI N M A C H I N E J O U R N A L
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Prof: ‘‘W ill you men please stop
exchanging notes in the back of the
room?”
Stude: “Them aint notes. Them’s
dollar bills. We’re shooting craps.”
P rof: “Oh, pardon me.”
A woman got on a trolley car and
finding she had no change handed
the conductor a $10 bill. “I ’m
sorry,” she said, “but I haven’t a
nickel.”
“Don’t worry lady,” said the con
ductor, “you’ll have just 199 of ’em
in a minute.”
Now we know why there are so many
pins in a shirt when the laundry returns
it. They are put there to keep the shirt
from falling apart.
Murphy : “What’s that in your
pocket ?”
Pat (in a whisper): “Dynamite.
I ’m waiting for Casey. Every time
he meets me he slaps me on the chest
and breaks me pipe. Next time he
does it, hell blow his hand off.”
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During a train journey a man
dashed down the corridor. “Has
anyone any whiskey ?” he asked. “A
lady has fainted in the next com
partment.”
A flask was handed to him.
He took a good drink, and then
said calmly, “It always does upset
me to see a lady faint.” Then he
went back to his own compartment.
Then there was the pug whose seconds
called him the "Iron. Man*’ because it
was such a hard job lifting him from the
canvas.
Spring Is Here!
Little Emily had been to school
for the first time.
“Well, Darling, and what did you
learn ?” asked Emily’s mother on
her return.
“Nothing,” sighed Emily hope
lessly. “I ’ve got to go back tomor
row.”
The sandwiches served at most bridge
parties are about as satisfying as drinking
beer with a spoon.
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Teacher: “ J ohnny, I ’m sur
prised! Do you know any more
jokes like that?”
Johnny: “Yes, teacher.”
Teacher: “Well, stay a f t e r
school.”
Eastus: “Boy! When ah kisses
me wife she jes closes her eyes so
tight.”
Sambo (with enthusiasm): “Ah’ll
say she do.”
Bastus: “What’s dat ?”
Sambo (not so enthusiastic.) :
“Ah say, do she?”
There are many suggestions to prevent
hoarding but the most likely one is to rub
our money with garlic.
In a country newspaper appeared
the following advertisement:
“The man who picked up my wal
let in Fore Street was recognized.
He is requested to return it.”
The next day this reply was pub
lished: “The recognized man who
picked up your wallet requests the
loser to call at any time and collect
it.”
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