§ 271 No Repetitions for Hubby
A few months ago an English illustrated paper published a joke which struck me as having merit. When I repeated it in company a gentleman who is supposed to know nearly all the jokes in the world told me that in slightly different guise the same wheeze was current on the Pacific Coast twenty years ago. He may or may not have been wrong. In any event, I like the British version.
A couple from the country have come up to London for a week’s visit. They have seats in the first gallery for a performance of a society drama. To them the play proves exceedingly tiresome. In one of the intervals the husband, stifling a yawn, turns to his deeply bored wife:
“What comes next?” he asks.
She consults the program.
“It says ’ere, ‘Act four, sime as Act one.’”
“Ow!” he exclaims, “let’s ’op it. I couldn’t sit through all that hawful mess again.”