Compiled by London swaminathan

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Date: 15 FEBRUARY 2019

GMT Time uploaded in London – 20-44

Post No. 6079

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The famous American orator, Robert Ingersoll, was the owner of a remarkable and celebrated Library of atheistical books.

An interviewer once asked Ingersoll what the Library had cost him.

Thinking it over a moment, Ingersoll replied,

It certainly cost me the Governorship of Illinois and possibly the Presidency of the United States.

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New Year- New Word!

On New Years eve, a negro in Harlem added a new word to the language. He stood on a street corner and shouted,

Hallalouyear!

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Status quo

What is status quo, daddy?

Son, said his father gravely,

That is just the name of the mess we are in.

Xxxx

News Paper’s Dog Hunt!!

Booth Tarkington, while stopping at a little Indiana town, lost one of his dogs.

Have you a newspaper in town ? He asked of the landlord.

Right across the way, there, back of the shoemaker’s, the landlord told him.

The Daily News, best little paper of its size in town.

The editor, the printer, printers devil were all busy doing justice to Mr Tarkington with an ‘in our midst ‘paragraph when the novelist arrived.

“I have just lost a dog, Tarkington explained, after introducing himself, and I would like to have you insert this ad for me. Fifty dollars reward for the return of the pointer dog answering to the name of Rex. Disappeared from the yard of the Mansion House Monday night.

Why, we were just going to the press, Sir, the editor said, but we will be only too glad to hold the edition for your ad.

Mr Tarkington returned to the hotel. After a few minutes, he decided, however, that it might be well to add,

‘No questions asked’, to his ad and returned to the Daily news office.

The place was deserted, save for the skinny little freckle faced devil, who sat perched on a high stool, gazing, is wistfully out of the window.

Where is every everybody? Tarkington .

“Gawn to hunt the dawg”, replied the boy, asked without removing his gaze from the distant places.

Xxxx SUBHAM xxx