Jimmy Durante, who in his later years had developed excellent comedy routines with the operatic contralto Helen Traubel, is reported to have blundered into her dressing room once when she was not expecting visitors.
Emerging again hastily, he is reported to have said, “Nobody knows the Traubel I’ve seen.”
Joe Brown had long bored every one of his acquaintances with long tales of his surfing prowess. It was decided at last to call his bluff.
When all were at a beach, with the waves curling in perfectly, a surfboard was suddenly thrust into his hand, and he was told, “Show us, Joe. Show us what you can do with a surfboard.”
Joe did not hesitate. He took the board, marched toward the water line, but then stopped ten feet short of the highest reach of the waves. Holding his surfboard vertically beside him, he stood as though graven in stone.
His companions finally lost patience. “Come on, Joe,” they yelled,
“get into the water.” “I don’t have to,” he yelled back.
“Why not?”
And Joe shouted, “Because they also surf who only stand and wait.”
“Oh, poor Mr. Jones,” mourned Mrs. Smith. “Did you hear what happened to him? He tripped at the top of the stairs, fell down the whole flight, banged his head, and died.”
“Died?” said Mrs. Robinson, shocked.
“DiedI” repeated Mrs. Smith with emphasis. “Broke his glasses, too.
Nathan Rothschild, who lived in London in the early decades of the nineteenth century, was the most famous rich financier of his time.
Once, getting out of a hackney cab, he included with the fee an exceedingly modest tip.
The driver touched his hat and said, “You know, Mr. Rothschild, your daughter Julie gives me a much larger tip than that.”
And Nathan growled, “That’s all right for her. She’s got a rich father.”
The eagle having deposited Saint Peter’s ball in the hole,
Moses turned to his opponent and said, “Aw, come on, Pete, not when we’re playing for money.”
The above jokes are all from Asimov’s A Treasury of Humor.