From labor to refreshments
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Part of The Cabletow
- Title
- From labor to refreshments
- Language
- English
- Source
- The Cabletow XXXVIII (1) July 1962
- Year
- 1962
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- From Labor To Refreshment ...AND GIVE IT UP They were raising the body from tiie grave. Solemn laced FC's watch ed the unsuccessful attempts of HT. Finally, the latter reported his failure to KS who, with great an xiety, asked his associate “What shall we do?" After seriously pondering the situation, HT, a son of Old Cathay, answered, “Let us play!” CAN’ T WAIT The preacher was wrought up in righteous indignation at the wicked ness of the world. “Hell is full of highballs, cocktails, short skirts, bikinis...!" A voice from the gallery: “O, death, where is thy sting?" SHARP TURN A beggar held out his hand to a prosperous looking individual who put his hand in his pocket. The beg gar’s lace lit up and muttered a soft benediction. "May the blessings of Ckxl follow you all your life!" But when the man only pulled out his handkerchief, the beggar hurried ly added, "...and never overtake you!" THIS IS WEBSTER’S FAUL T 1 he proud father leaned to one of lhe guests at the piano recital of his daughter and whispered, "What do you think of her execution?" ’I am in favor of it", the truest re plied. b BETTER PAY THE PRICE Some people want to enjoy things without paying the corresponding price. Take lhe Temple ruffians. They plotted to obtain their reward before the work was finished, con trary to agreement. They came to grief for trying to be smart. Of similar mind, although on the amusing side, was the man in a story we heard years ago. It seems that for tourists somewhere in the Alps a platform rail car was pulled up by cable tied to a motor on the top of the mountain. Our hero noteil that there were three classes of fares widely differing in prices. The car, however, had no partitions; hence the inquiry: "Where’s the first class?" The conductor pointed to lhe car. “The second class?” The man with the cap nodded in the same direction. “And the third class?” He got the same gesture. So our hero bought a third class ticket. Why pay more? Up climbed the car laboriously and our hero enjoyed the view like the rest. He was congratulating him self for being smart when the car stopped a good two hundred meters from the top of the mountain. The conductor announced, “This is as far as the motor can pull the car.” Then he commanded, “Second class pas sengers, walk up to the top. First class, stay in the car. Third class, push the car up!” THE CABLE TOW July, 1962
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