65° - 01.07.1968, Blaðsíða 39

65° - 01.07.1968, Blaðsíða 39
“A pinch of good humor is like a pinch of salt” I keep thinking he’s trying to tell us something. In an interview with the director of the Na- tional Theater, a reporter asked, “What would you like to say about your plans for the future?” “Nothing,” replied he, “except that I look on the past with satisfaction.” it At a hotel, the guest saw a fly in his soup and summoned the waiter. “What is this fly doing in my soup?” After glancing at the fly, the waiter replied, “It appears he is practising his backstroke, Sir.” it “God always sleeps,” observed a six year old. “Why do you say that?” asked his mother. “How can he get up, when there isn’t any floor in Heaven?” it “We are very worried about my father,” the girl explained, “He had a stroke, and his whole right side is paralyzed, even his right hand — the hand he writes checks with.” I don’t care who you are; wipe your feet! “Marriage is like a ship without a compass which rolls on the waves and is driven aimlessly by storm and currents . . .” so concluded the seaman’s congratulatory speech at the wedding celebration of the new bride and groom. it Iceland’s best known painter, Kjarval, visited a country home and was offered lodging for the night. In return for this favor, he gave the farmer one of his paintings. Next time he happened by, he noticed the picture was hung on the wall up- side down. He took back his painting, but soon sent the farmer another picture, of a cow, with the following note: Remember that the udder is supposed to hang down. Things aren’t what they used to be. “You’d better see if the boys are safe,” urged the anxious mother. “They said that they and forty other boys were meeting for battle at eight o’clock.” The husband returned a few minutes later. “It’s all right. They’re just standing in the rain tapping each other with sticks. They’re not even excited, poor devils.” An adopted child was being cruelly teased by several of his more fortunate playmates, but he answered them scornfully, “My parents chose me from hundreds of child- ren, but your parents had to take what they got.”

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