Three prospective brides were in conference, Madge, Mary and Martha.
Madge—I am to marry a lawyer with fine practice. We are building a
beautiful home.
Mary—My future husband is a banker and we will have a summer home, a maid
and a car.
Martha—Well, girls, if you must know, I am to marry a barber.
Consternation reigned.
“What on earth are you going to marry a barber for?” gasped Madge and
Mary.
Martha—Because any time a barber isn’t kissing you he is talking about it.
* * * * *
_A timid bachelor recently walked into a dance hall by mistake, and
thought he was in a ladies’ dressing room._
* * * * *
Jack—You certainly disgraced me at the banquet last night when you got
drunk.
Jill—What did I do.
Jack—When the charlotte russe was served you tried to blow the foam off
it.
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