My father loved a good joke. In past days, one could tell a joke with a foreign accent and would never get any negative feedback.
My father loved a good joke. In past days, one could tell a joke with a foreign accent and would never get any negative feedback.
Some comedians, (who shall remain nameless) went much too far, and today watching old TV shows, I no longer feel these jokes were cruel & hurtful and as a result, I don’t feel comfortable watching some of them. “Roasts” were particularly hurtful, in my opinion. I am sure many of those who made racist or sacrilegious comments were not taken seriously by those audiences in those old days.
My dad and my knowing his personality, would never be hurtful with any joke he ever told to me or to anyone else.
This particular joke was from the early 1900’s. This was one of just a few of his funniest jokes :
A man, reading the newspaper, found an ad in the classified section which said, “White Stallion Horse for sale, only $50.00!” The reader was absolutely amazed at the price for a white stallion horse. Some years later, the “Lone Ranger” rode such a beautiful White Stallion horse called, “Silver”.
This prospective buyer drove to the ranch address, which was listed in the newsaper. He waved to the old Italian man working in the distance. The old man drove a small buckboard towards him.
He asked, “Is the White Stallion horse you advertised in the paper still for sale?” The old man answered, “Shoo” … He’s a no look so good, but he’s a Nizza Horse!
Can I see him? Of Courza .. you canna, answered the old man. He drove back to the old barn and came back leading that beautiful white horse towards him.
The buyer could not believe the beauty of the gorgeous steed. He asked once again, “What was the price?”… The old man replied, “Just-a Fifty bucks!”
The buyer grabbed the money from his pocket as quick as he could and when he was given the reigns, led the huge white horse on the old dirt road, back to his home.
The next day the buyer, very frustrated, yelled for the old man in the distance. The old man slowly returned to the fence and asked, “why you call-a me”?
Mister, you sold me a BLIND HORSE!! The old man responded, once again, …………..
I TOLL-A YOU, “He’s a-no look so good!” BUT HE’S A NIZZA HORSE!