Chief HogCaller, Garage Retrieval, Fashion Sense

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Chief HogCaller

A preacher, moving to a new town, was invited to join one of the civic luncheon clubs. In introducing him, the speaker facetiously said they were electing him to be the “chief hogcaller” for the club.

In responding, the preacher said, “Gentlemen, I certainly appreciate the very great honor you have conferred upon me. When I came to this community, I had expected to be shepherd of the flock; but of course, you know your crowd better than I do.”

 

Garage Retrieval

There was a knock at the door. It was a small boy, about six years old. Something of his had found its way into my garage, he said, and he wanted it back.

Upon opening the garage door, I noticed two additions: a baseball and a broken window sporting a baseball-sized hole.

“How do you suppose this ball got in here?” I asked the boy.

Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at me, the boy exclaimed, “Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!”

 

Fashion Sense

My teenager was headed to school one morning when I told him that the neck tag on his shirt was hanging out.

“I know,” he replied. “It’s a fad me and some of the guys started.”

Weeks later, as the style persisted, I commented, “I can’t stand it! Every time I see that, I want to fix it for you.”

I gently tucked the tag in place and rumpled his hair.

“Yeah,” he said smiling slyly. “All the girls do, too.”

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