April 23, 2008
Since it’s still Passover for a few more days, I thought I would share some jokes that I found in the local Jewish Reporter.
The Queen calls her ministers to remind them that the time has come to appoint three new knights. They decide on a famous author, an economist, and, for science, Sol Rabinowitz. The Minister Plenipotentiary personally calls on Sol and explains how the ceremony will proceed. First, he is to kneel before Her Majesty. She will place the sword of state on his right shoulder and he is to recite the Latin words supplied by the minister. Next, the sword will be placed on his left shoulder and he is to recite the same Latin words. Then, he is to rise, bow and kiss her hand, and so be welcomed as a Knight of the Garter, “Sir Sol Rabinowitz”, for all the world to know. The next day after the Seders, he appears at the ceremony. When he kneels and the queen places the sword on his right shoulder, Sol’s mind goes blank and all he can remember to say is “mahnish tana ha laila hazeh,” which he repeats after the sword is placed on his left shoulder. Later on at the reception, the queen asks her minist, “Why is this knight different from all the other knights?”
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An elderly man in Miami calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. 45 years of misery is enough.
“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her,” and he hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.” She calls her father immediately and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced! Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow! Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns triumphantly to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “The kids are coming for Passover, and they’re paying their own airfares.”