Salaries Anecdotes (Post No.3019)


Written by London Swaminathan

Date:29 July 2016

Post No. 3019

Time uploaded in London :–  9-12 AM

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Lavish Life!

A young man, employed at a very modest salary by a bank, began conspicuously to lead a lavish life, dressing flashily, buying a car, and otherwise giving evidence of sudden wealth.

Finally, the personnel manager felt called upon to speak about the matter and asked, “How is it that you, who are only receiving a salary of 20 dollars a week, can spend what must certainly be 75 dollars or more a week?

Why, it is very simple, the clerk replied unabashed, there are more than 200 employees here and every payday I raffle of my salary at 50 cents a ticket.




Borrowing is Better!

A group of newspaper men were talking about the various has-beens that they had known. One old timer topped off this session by telling them about once a prominent Chicago newspaper man whom he had met just recently.

I ran into him the other day and he looked fit to bust. I asked him what the trouble was.

“Why, says he, I have just been offered a job isn’t Joe, Mo . And am I insulted.”

“Insulted, why should be that an insult?” I asked.

“It is the salary, it is the salary”, he shouts.

“They offered me 12 dollars a week”.

“Well, I didn’t want to insult him further by suggesting that he had not earned even that much in a long time so I just said, well that is better than nothing”.

“The hell it is, said the one-time big shot”.

“Why I can borrow more than that right here in Chicago”.


Sealskin Wife!

The coloured sexton of a wealthy church had a very stylish mulatto wife.  Finding his domestic income not quite equal to his expenses, he decided to apply for an increase in salary. So he wrote a letter to the committee in charge with this explanation at the close

“It is mighty hard to keep a sealskin wife on a muskrat salary”.

(mulatto= a person of mixed white and black ancestry)



Raise in Salary!

At a meeting of the church board the minister announced that he had had a call to go to another parish.

After wishing him well in his new field, one of the deacons asked “How much salary he was to get”.

“Three hundred dollars”, the minister replied.

“That is fine”, said the deacon, “I don’t blame you for going. But parson, don’t you think you should be a bit more exact in your language. That isn’t a call, that’s a raise”.