Saturday, February 27, 2010
CLEAN JOKES CONSOLATION
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
CLEAN JOKES SEVERAL NEGATIVES
CLEAN JOKES DIFFERENT LINES
A person arrived from a voyage to the East Indies inquired of a friend after their mutual acquaintance, and, among the rest, one who had the misfortune to be hanged during his absence:
"How is Tom Moody?"
"He is dead."
"He was in the grocery line when I left this."
"He was in quite a different line when he died."
Monday, February 22, 2010
CLEAN JOKES NEGRO WIT
CLEAN JOKES THEATRICAL BON-MOT
Sunday, February 21, 2010
CLEAN JOKES CONCISENESS
CLEAN JOKES ALLIES WILL FALL OUT
Saturday, February 20, 2010
CLEAN JOKES CATCHING A TARTAR
An Irish soldier called out to his companion:
"Hollo! Pat, I have taken a prisoner."
"Bring him along, then; bring him along!"
"He won't come."
"Then come yourself."
"He won't let me."
CLEAN JOKES ANTIGALLICAN
Friday, February 19, 2010
CLEAN JOKES IMPRACTICABILITY
CLEAN JOKES A DIALOGUE
The late Caleb Whitfoord, finding his nephew, Charles Smith, playing the violin, the following hits took place:
W. I fear, Charles, you lose a great deal of time with this fiddling.
S. Sir, I endeavor to keep time.
W. You mean rather to kill time.
S. No, I only beat time.
Monday, February 15, 2010
CLEAN JOKES AN UNLUCKY COMPLIMENT
Saturday, February 13, 2010
CLEAN JOKES A COMMAND ANTICIPATED
Friday, February 12, 2010
CLEAN JOKES A SMALL MISTAKE
CLEAN JOKES A HOME TRUTH
Thursday, February 11, 2010
CLEAN JOKES SHINING WIT
CLEAN JOKES A FATAL STEP PREVENTED
Monday, February 8, 2010
CLEAN JOKES A COMMON ERROR CORRECTED
CLEAN JOKES A YANKEE JUDGE AND A KENTUCKY LAWYER
Few persons in this part of the country are aware of the difference that exists between our manners and customs, and those of the people of the Western States. Their elections, their courts of justice, present scenes that would strike one with astonishment and alarm. If the jurors are not, as has been asserted, run down with dogs and guns, color is given to charges like this, by the repeated successful defiances of law and judges that occur, by the want of dignity and self-respect evinced by the judges themselves, and by the squabbles and brawls that take place between members of the bar. There is to be found occasionally there, however, a judge of decision and firmness, to compel decorum even among the most turbulent spirits, or at least to punish summarily all violations of law and propriety. The following circumstances which occurred in Kentucky were related to us by a gentleman who was an eye witness of the whole transaction.
Several years since, Judge R., a native of Connecticut, was holding a court at Danville. A cause of considerable importance came on, and a Mr. D., then a lawyer of considerable eminence, and afterwards a member of Congress, who resided in a distant part of the State, was present to give it his personal supervision. In the course of Mr. D.'s argument, he let fall some profane language, for which he was promptly checked and reprimanded by the Judge. Mr. D., accustomed to unrestrained license of tongue, retorted with great asperity, and much harshness of language.
"Mr. Clerk," said the Judge coolly, "put down twenty dollars fine to Mr. D."
"By ——," said Mr. D.; "I'll never pay a cent of it under heaven, and I'll swear as much as I ——please."
"Put down another fine of twenty dollars, Mr. Clerk."
"I'll see the devil have your whole generation," rejoined Mr. D., "before my pockets shall be picked by a cursed Yankee interloper."
"Another twenty dollar fine, Mr. Clerk."
"You may put on as many fines as you please, Mr. Judge, but by —— there's a difference between imposing and collecting, I reckon."
"Twenty dollars more, Mr. Clerk."
"Ha, ha!" laughed Mr. D. with some bitterness, "you are trifling with me, I see, Sir; but I can tell you I understand no such joking; and by ----, Sir, you will do well to make an end of it."
"Mr. Clerk," said the Judge with great composure, "add twenty dollars more to the fine, and hand the account to the Sheriff. Mr. D., the money must be paid immediately, or I shall commit you to prison."
The violence of the lawyer compelled the Judge to add another fine; and before night, the obstreperous barrister was swearing with all his might to the bare walls of the county jail. The session of the court was terminated, and the lawyer, seeing no prospect of escape through the mercy of the Judge, after a fortnight's residence in prison, paid his fine of a hundred and twenty dollars, and was released.
He now breathed nothing but vengeance.
"I'll teach the Yankee scoundrel," said he, "that a member of the Kentucky bar is not to be treated in this manner with impunity."
The Judge held his next court at Frankfort, and thither Mr. D. repaired to take revenge for the personal indignity he had suffered. Judge R. is as remarkable for resolute fearlessness as for talents, firmness, and integrity; and after having provided himself with defensive weapons, entered upon the discharge of his duties with the most philosophic indifference. On passing from his hotel to the court-house, the Judge noticed that a man of great size, and evidently of tremendous muscular strength, followed him so closely as to allow no one to step between. He observed also that Mr. D., supported by three or four friends, followed hard upon the heels of the stranger, and on entering the court room, posted himself as near the seat of the Judge as possible—the stranger meantime taking care to interpose his huge body between the lawyer and the Judge. For two or three days, matters went on this way; the stranger sticking like a burr to the Judge, and the lawyer and his assistants keeping as near as possible, but refraining from violence. At length, the curiosity of Judge R. to learn something respecting the purposes of the modern Hercules became irrepressible, and he invited him to his room, and inquired who he was, and what object he had in view in watching his movements thus pertinaciously.
"Why, you see," said the stranger, ejecting a quid of tobacco that might have freighted a small skiff, "I'm a ringtailed roarer from Big Sandy River; I can outrun, outjump, and outfight any man in Kentucky. They telled me in Danville, that this 'ere lawyer was comin down to give you a lickin. Now I hadn't nothin agin that, only he wan't a goin to give you fair play, so I came here to see you out, and now if you'll only say the word, we can flog him and his mates, in the twinkling of a quart pot."
Mr. D. soon learned the feeling in which the champion regarded him, and withdrew without attempting to execute his threats of vengeance upon the Judge.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
CLEAN JOKES JUDGE PETERS
Saturday, February 6, 2010
CLEAN JOKES WITTY APOLOGY
CLEAN JOKES BENEVOLENCE
Friday, February 5, 2010
CLEAN JOKES MRS. PARTINGTON ON EDUCATION
Mrs. Partington, after listening to the reading of an advertisement for a young ladies' boarding school, said:
"For my part, I can't deceive what on airth eddication is coming to. When I was young, if a girl only understood the rules of distraction, provision, multiplying, replenishing, and the common dominator, and knew all about the rivers and their obituaries, the covenants and domitories, the provinces and the umpires, they had eddication enough. But now they are to study bottomy, algierbay, and have to demonstrate supposition of sycophants of circuses, tangents and Diogenes and parallelogramy, to say nothing about the oxhides, corostics, and abstruse triangles!" Thus saying, the old lady leaned back in her chair, her knitting work fell in her lap, and for some minutes she seemed in meditation.
CLEAN JOKES OBEYING ORDERS
A certain General of the United States Army, supposing his favorite horse dead, ordered an Irishman to go and skin him.
"What! is Silver Tail dead?" asked Pat.
"What is that to you?" said the officer, "do as I bid you, and ask me no questions."
Pat went about his business, and in about two hours returned.
"Well, Pat, where have you been all this time?" asked the general.
"Skinning your horse, your honor."
"Did it take you two hours to perform the operation?"
"No, your honor, but then you see it took me about half an hour to catch the horse."
"Catch him! Fires and furies—was he alive?"
"Yes, your honor, and I could not skin him alive, you know."
"Skin him alive! did you kill him?"
"To be sure I did, your honor—and sure you know I must obey orders without asking questions."
Thursday, February 4, 2010
CLEAN JOKES A REASON
CLEAN JOKES CANVASSING
At an election, a candidate solicited a vote.
"I would rather vote for the devil than you," was the reply.
"But in case your friend is not a candidate," said the solicitor, "might I then count on your assistance?"