[article] The Power of Tradition

The Power of Tradition

The young husband obviously loved to cook and the dinners he served his new wife convinced her that she was indeed a lucky woman.

One thing puzzled her, though, and at last she decided to enquire. “Darling, why do you always cut a small piece off the end of the roast before you put it into the oven?”

“Well,” he replied, “to tell the truth, I do it because my mother always does it.”

At the next family gathering, the wife decided to satisfy her curiously. She drew her mother in law aside and put the question to her. The older woman went a bit red, and replied, ...“Well, to tell the truth, I do it because my mother always does it.”

Undaunted, the wife waited until they paid a visit to eighty five - year old Nan. Knowing she’d enjoy hearing the story, she told her about her persevering quest to find the answer to the chopped off roast.

“Struth” she croaked. “Imagine the two of them doing that! Why, I only cut the piece off because my pan was too small”

[article] Read the Joke

“ Read the Joke “

A duke was hunting in the forest with his men-at-arms and servants when he came across the tree. Upon it, archery targets were painted and smack in the middle of each was an arrow.

    “Who is this incredibly fine archer?” cried the duck. “I must find him!”

After Continuing through the forest for a few miles he came across a small boy carrying a bow and arrow. Eventually the boy admitted that it was he who shot the arrows plumb in the center of all the target.

    “You didn’t just walk up to the targets and hammer the arrows into the middle, did you?” asked the duke worriedly.

    “No, my lord. I shot them from a hundred paces. I swear it by all that I hold holy.”

    “That is truly astonishing,” said the duke. “I hereby admit you into my service.” The boy thanked him profusely.

     “But I must ask one favor in return,” the duke continued.

     “You must tell me how you came to be such an outstanding shot.”

     “Well,” said the boy, “first I fire the arrow at the tree . . . and then I paint the target around it.”

[article] Looking for a Ring

Looking for a Ring

There was a toolshed beside Nasreddin’s house. The shed, where he kept his tools, had no window at all. So, it was always dark inside although it was day. But there was a lamp at the corner outside.

One night Nasreddin went into the tool shed to get a ladder. When he was taking a ladder from its place, he dropped his ring. He left the ladder inside and went out of the shed.

Outside he started looking for the ring. He couldn’t find it even though he had been searching for quite a long time. His friend saw him searching for something and ap-proached him. He asked, “What are you looking for, Nasreddin?”

“I’m looking for my ring. I just dropped it,” he answered while he continued searching.

“Let me help you. By the way, where did you drop it?” asked his friend.

“Inside the shed,” he answered as he pointed to the shed.

His friend was surprised and said, “Why, don’t you look for it inside the shed?”

“Are you kidding? Inside the shed it is very dark. I cannot see anything there. How can I find it? It is very bright here because of the lamp. So I’m sure I’ll see my ring here,“ explained Nasreddin.

[article] Highway Panic

Highway Panic

A young woman had a long drive ahead of her that night. She pulled into a service station to refuel, then went inside to pay and buy herself some gum and potato chips. As she drove off, a huge truck pulled out behind her.

Out on the highway once again, the girl realized that the truck was very close behind, uncomfortably close. She stepped on the accelerator, but to her dismay, the truck driver accelerated too.

‘I must imagining this,’ she thought, trying not to panic. Yet whether she slowed down, changed lanes or speeded up, the truck stayed with her, its big headlights shining straight into her car.

Unable to stand it any longer, the girl turned into the next station she came to. The truck pulled off the highway right on her tail, jamming on the brakes, she jumped out and raced to the driver’s side of the truck.

At the same moment, a man leapt out of the back of her car where he had been crouching ever since the last stop. The truck driver was too quick for him and caught him just as he tried to make it to the open field behind the station.

Later, after the police had come, the driver went over to the young woman. ‘I saw him jump into your car just before you came out of the station back there, but there was no time to warn you before you drove off. The only thing I could think of was to stick so close to you with my high beams flooding your car so that he’d know I’d see him if he tried to do anything to you’

All she could say, with a mighty sigh of relief, was, ‘And here I was wondering how I was going to shake off a crazed truck driver’