Going… Going…
It was their first date.
They went for a ride;
His convertible shiny and new.
They drove to the country.
He put the top down
So they could see more of the view.
Her beautiful hair
Was blown by the wind;
That’s when he began to regret it.
The romance was ruined.
Her hair broke the mood
When he had to get out and go get it!
-Submitted by Dell Healy
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Post Scripts
Spot Check
One day while baby-sitting my then 7-year-old granddaughter, Elizabeth, my husband and I took her to the mall. As we were walking, she spotted the directory of stores with the “You are here” designation. Rather surprised, she said, “Gee, how did they know where we were going to be before we got here?” Suzan L. [...]
What’s His Line
My son, who works for the State Department, has never said much about his job to his 6-year-old son, Seth. This was evident one day recently when I visited and asked my grandson what his daddy did for a living. Seth thought for a moment and replied, “I think he works for the Secret Circus.” [...]
Circumstances
Of jobs it’s true today, There’s a disastrous dearth. Grown kids move home to stay. You’re back to giving berth. Lois Muehl Iowa City, Iowa
No Matter How You Slice It
A guy orders a pizza. When it’s ready, the counterman asks, “Shall I cut it into four or eight pieces?” “Better make it four. I don’t think I can eat eight.” Harold Goldwasser Los Angeles, California
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in the period of 1950 to 1960 your humor pages had wonderful dtories of immigrants arriving in America.
Where can I find more of Schlze and his friends. Preferrably your archives.
Best regards
Robert H. Paris Ontario,Canada