Odd One Out in a Nudist Colony! Clothing Anecdotes (Post No.5323)

Odd One Out in a Nudist Colony! Clothing Anecdotes (Post No.5323)


Compiled  by London swaminathan

Date: 17 August 2018


Time uploaded in London –7-05 am (British Summer Time)


Post No. 5323



Pictures shown here are taken from various sources such as Facebook friends, Wikipedia, Books, Google and newspapers; thanks. Pictures may be subject to copyright laws.

Whistler was standing bareheaded in a London hat shop while he was looking for his size hat. A short red faced man with a large waistline burst into the door and, mistaking Whistler for a clerk, exploded, “see, here, you, this hat doesn’t fit”.
The artist casually eyed the man from head to foot, then drawled out,
“Well, neither does your coat, what is more if you will pardon my saying so, I will be hanged if I care much for the colour of your trousers”.

((James Abbott McNeill Whistler (/ˈwɪslər/; July 11, 1834  – July 17, 1903) was an American artist, active during the American Gilded Age and based primarily in the United Kingdom- Wikipedia))


Slip Slipped out!

A young lady on her way to business was standing in a crowded New York bus going down fifth avenue one morning. She was worrying over the age old problem of whether or not her slip was showing. Unable to twist around to see, she put the question directly to a small boy standing next to her.
No, Madame, he informed her politely. A few blocks farther she alighted and started to move briskly along crowded Fifth Avenue. Then, to her horror, she was hailed by the voice of the little boy, calling to her as the bus went by, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Your slip is showing now, lady, it’s showing now!”

(( a piece of underwear for a woman or girl that is like a dress or skirt))


ODD ONE OUT! in a nudist colony!

There are numerous stories of the embarrassing predicaments that have ensnared public speakers at one time or another. Probably no worse fate ever befell any of them than that of the lecturer who, with some trepidation, had finally consented to address a banquet at a nudist colony.


Upon his arrival at the extensive premises, he was greeted by large numbers of men and women in their pristine natural state. He was shown into the headquarters building and it was suggested he might like to prepare for dinner.

Upstairs in the room to which they allotted him, he felt that there was nothing he could do except face the fact that he was expected to divest himself of his garments. In extreme mental anguish, he determined to be equal to the situation. At last, hearing the bell for the dinner, he marched downstairs as bare as Adam, to discover, to his horror, that the colonists had all assumed formal dress in deference to the speaker.

Where is the Horse?

When the great Duke of Argyle was one night at the theatre in a side box a person entered the same box in boots and spurs. The Duke arose from his seat and with great ceremony, expressed his thanks to the stranger who, somewhat confused, desired to know for what reason he received those thanks. The Duke gravely replied,
For not bringing your horse into the box.

((SPUR= a device with a small spike or a spiked wheel that is worn on a rider’s heel and used for urging a horse forward.))
Nelson Garter
After the death of Nelson, English ladies were fond of wearing the Trafalgar garter on which was inscribed the memorable signal,

“England expects every man to do his duty”.


(( GARTER = a band worn around the leg to keep up a stocking or sock.))


Lincoln Socks
Old Mrs Smith of South Orange N.J. ,who kept a small shop in Washington during the civil war said,
Abraham Lincoln came in one day asking for socks, I said,
What colour?
Colour, why? I don’t know, I am sure
Finally he stooped down and took hold of the end of his pants.

Why I guess this colour is good enough for me.
He pulled it up. I looked for the socks and saw his bare skin.
Xxx  SUBHAM xxx

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