Compiled by London swaminathan

Date: 21 November 2015

Post No.2349

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( Thanks for the Pictures  ) 

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From an old Encyclopaedia of Anecdotes:–

Tit for tat!

Paul Bourget: life can never become entirely dull to an American. When he has nothing else to do he can always spend a few years trying to discover who his garn father was.

Mark Twain: Right, your Excellency, But I reckon a Frenchman has got his little standby for a dull time too; he can turn in and see if he can find out who his father was!

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Too many Questions, No Answer!

A father was walking with his young son. The

boy said, “Daddy, what is electricity?”

“Well, now, I don’t really know”, said the father. “I never knew much about electricity. All I know about it is that it makes things run.”

A little farther on, the boy said, “Daddy, how does the gasoline make the automobiles go?”

The father replied, “Well, I don’t know. I don’t know much about motors.”

Several more questions followed with much the same result; until at last, the boy said, “Gee, I hope you don’t mind my asking so many questions?”

“Not at all son”, said his father, you go right ahead and ask. How else will you ever learn anything?”

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Are you the father of my children?

Getting on a trolley car, a kindergarten teacher sat down next to s man who appeared familiar to her. Smiling pleasantly, she turned as if to speak to him. Noticing his lack of response, she realized her error, and said, “Oh, excuse me. I mistook you for someone else.  I thought you were the father of two of my children.”

He got out at next corner.

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Girl and Home

We are told a story of a girl of the roaring 20’s who said to a real estate agent when he wanted to sell her a house:

“A home? Why do I need a home? I was born in a hospital, educated in a college, courted in an automobile, and married in a church. I live out of the delicatessen and paper bags. I spend my mornings on the golf course, my afternoons at the bridge-table, and my evenings at the movies. And when I die I am going to be buried at the undertaker’s. All I need is a garage.”

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No Quarrel for 30 years in the family!

In course of his pastoral visitations, Rev. Dr. Chalmers called upon a worthy shoe maker who, in recounting his blessings, said that he and his family had lived happily together for thirty years without a single quarrel. This was too much for the doctor, who struck his cane on the floor and exclaimed

“Terribly monotonous man! Terribly monotonous!”

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–subham–