I moved that piece of potato and there
it was, underneath."
CHAUFFEUR--"Cup of coffee, doughnuts, and some griddle cakes."
WAITRESS--"Cylinder oil, couple of non-skid, and an order of blow-out
patches."
RETALIATION
Even though the war was over, she decided to do her patriotic duty
along the hospitality line. So she called the Army and Navy Club, and
transmitted her invitation through a suave-voiced officer.
"I am Mrs. Humpfree McLeod, 33 First Avenue," she explained, "and I
should like to have two of your men come to dinner with us Sunday at
half-past one."
"Yes. Thank you, Mrs. McLeod."
"But wait--be sure, whatever you do, that they aren't Jews!"
The tone of her voice was emphatic.
Sunday came, bringing two chocolate-colored khaki-clad privates to the
McLeod house. When Mrs. McLeod brushed into the drawing-room to greet
her soldiers, all a-smile, she was surprised, to put it mildly.
"Why!" she stammered. "Why, who invited you here?"
"Our commanding officer," explained one, "Captain Cohen."
One morning Jorkins looked over his fence and said to his neighbor,
Harkins:
"What are you burying in that hole?"
"Just replanting some of my seeds, that's all," was the answer.
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