Guilty
Sister: “Hubby received an anonymous letter this morning informing him of something I did before we were married.”
Brother: “Well, the best thing you can do is to confess.”
Sister: “I know it, but he won’t let me read the letter and I don’t know what to confess.”
“I’d like to see the man who could persuade me to promise to love, honour and obey him,” said Miss Wellontheway.
“I don’t blame you,” remarked the newly-made bride.
“Huh! Yuh talks ’bout sassiety like yuh knows so much ’bout it. Niggah, I bet dey don’ eben have evenin’ dresses whah yuh come frum.”
“Zat so? Dey’s doin’ well to have evenin’s whah yuh come frum.”
Second-story Worker: “Hullo, Bill, I see you got a new overcoat. What did it cost you?”
Burglar: “Six months. I never wears cheap clothes!”
The sweet young thing was being shown through the boiler shop.
“What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing with a dainty parasol.
“That’s an engine boiler,” said the guide.
“And why do they boil engines?” she inquired.
“To make the engine tender,” replied the resourceful guide.
He was a Scot, with the usual characteristics of his race. Wishing to know his fate, he telegraphed a proposal of marriage to the girl of his choice. After waiting all day at the telegraph office he received the affirmative answer late at night.
“Well, if I were you,” said the operator, “I’d think twice before I married the girl who kept me waiting for an answer so long.”
“Na, Na?” said the Scot. “The girl for me is the girl who waits for the night rates.”