Napoleon was ill
Jack had gone to the university to study history, but at the end of his first year, his history professor failed him in his examinations, and he was told that he would have to leave the university. However, his father decided that he would go to see the professor to urge him to let Jack continue his studies the following year.”He‘s a good boy,” said Jack‘s father, “and if you let him pass this time, I‘m sure he‘ll improve a lot next year and pass the examinations at the end of it really well.””No, no, that‘s quite impossible,” replied the professor immediately. “Do you know, last month I asked him when Napoleon had died, he didn‘t know!””Please, sir, give him another chance,” said Jack‘s father. “You see, I‘m afraid we don‘t take any newspaper in our house, so none of us even know that Napoleon was ill.”
This Way to Request
I had fallen and dislocated my elbow, which made writing checks for my small business nearly impossible. I called my bank to explain that the signature on my checks would look odd due to my accident, and would they please horror them anyway.
“Okay,” said the woman on the phone, “but you‘ 11 have to write a letter to the bank telling them that you are requesting this. “
One day a man was taunting Alexandre Dumas，the greatFrench novelist，with his ancestry． “Why，” snarled the fellow，“you are a quadroon；yourfather was a mulatto，and your grandfather was a negro．” “Yes，” roared Dumas，“and，if you wish to know‘mygreatgrandfather was a monkey． In fact， my pedigree beganwhere yours terminates．”
有一天，一个人在嘲弄法国大小说家亚历山大·仲马，讥笑他的祖先。 那家伙厉声说：“唔，你是四分之一黑白混血儿，你父亲是黑白混血儿，而你的祖父是个黑人。” “是的，”仲马大声回敬：“还有呢，如果你想知道的话， 我的曾祖父是一只猴子。其实我的血统起始于你的血统终止的地方。”
My First and My Last
When George was thirty-five, he bought a small plane and learned to fly it. He soon became very good and made his plane do all kinds of tricks.
George had a friend. His name was Mark. One day George offered to take Mark up in his plane. Mark thought, “I‘ve travelled in a big plane several times, but I‘ve never been in a small one, so I‘ll go.”
They went up, and George flew around for half an hour and did all kinds of tricks in the air.
When they came down again, Mark was very glad to be back safely, and he said to his friend in a shaking voice, “Well, George, thank you very much for those two trips in your plane.”
Gerogy was very surprised and said, “Two trips?”
“Yes, my first and my last,” answered Mark.