Mother: Why were you kept after school today, Johnny?
Johnny: Teacher told us to write an essay on "The Result
of Laziness", and I turned in a blank sheet of paper.
Son: Dad, give me a dime.
Father: Son, don't you think you're getting too big to
be forever begging for dimes?
Son: I guess you're right, Dad. Give me a dollar, will
you?
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Victor? You're the
worst pupil in your class." Said the father.
"What's that got to do with me? Is it my fault that the
worst one was yesterday transferred to another school?" was
the answer.
Son: Is ink so very expensive, father?
Father: Why, son, what makes you think so?
Son: W...well. Mother seems quite disturbed because I spilled
some on the carpet.
The father was reading the school report which had just
been handed to him by his hopeful son. His brow was wrathful as
he read,
"English, poor; French, weak; mathematics, fair;" and he gave
a glance of disgust at the quaking lad.
"Well, Dad." said the son, "It is not as good as it might be,
but have you seen that?" And he pointed to the next line which read,
"health, excellent."
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