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"Why, no. Is she up to anything special?"
Mrs. Evans leaned closer. "Haven't you noticed? She's started knitting
tiny garments!"
Mrs. Jones' troubled brow cleared. "Well, thank goodness," she said
smiling, "at last she's taken an interest in something besides running
around with boys."
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The young couple were holding hands in the Barry Island nudist camp.
"When I tell you I love you," he asked, "why do you always lower your
eyes?"
"To see if it's true," she answered shyly.
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MacLeod, Stornoway's most notorious tippler, making his way unsteadily
homeward, encountered the parish priest, who inquired about the
suspicious bulge in his coat pocket.
"It's holy water, Father," MacLeod protested piously.
The priest removed the bottle, sniffed at it and announced that it
contained whisky.
"Glory be," cried MacLeod. "A miracle!"
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A lady from Glasgow was visiting Edinburgh's Morningside. Her hostess was determined to make the Glaswegian lady feel cheap and unimportant.
"My dear," said the Morningside matron snobbishly, "here in the
Capital we think breeding is everything."
"Oh, really," the lady from Glasgow replied. "In Glasgow we think it's fun, too, but we try to have a few outside interests as well."