Trade-in
A six-year-old daughter of an accountant is used to hearing about large sums of money mentioned at the dinner table.
One evening she comes running into the house and announces to her father that she has just sold the family dog for R10 000.
Her father asks, “You sold the dog? Then, where’s the money?”
“Oh Daddy, I didn’t get any money,” the little girl replies. “I traded him for two R5 000 cats!”
Very logical
As part of a test in a ninth-grade English class, the students are instructed to write a letter that some well-known person might have written during his life.
One student writes the following: “Dear Josephine, I am sorry to inform you that I did not make it out so well at Waterloo. Yours truly, Napoleon.”
Eight iron
Off the seventh tee, Bob slices his shot deep into a wooded ravine.
He takes his eight iron and clambers down the embankment in search of his ball.
After many minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spots something glistening in the leaves.
As he draws nearer, he discovers that it is an eight iron in the hands of a skeleton.
Bob calls out to his friend, “Chris, I’ve got trouble down here.”
“What’s the matter?” Chris asks from the edge of the ravine.
“Bring me my wedge,” Bob shouts. “You can’t get out of here with an eight iron.”
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