“Oh, I had a wonderful time,” said the young woman to her sorority sister.
“Everybody said that Jack and I were the hottest couple on the floor.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to the Senior Dance,” puzzled her friend.
“We didn’t,” she said. “Jack took me to a pajama party.”

The pretty young woman was a little taken aback at her first visit to the Cheetah in N.Y. City. After watching the wildly gyrating couples doing the grind and the new disco-steps, she declined her escort’s invitation to join them on the dance floor.
“Come on,” pleaded the young man. “You can do it.”
“I know I can,” the young woman replied, “but not standing up!”

When her gardener suddenly took ill, the wealthy widow decided to visit him in the hospital. At the visitor’s desk, she announced, “I’ve come to see Mr. Jones in room two-eleven.” “Are you his wife?” asked the clerk. “Certainly not, answered the arrogant widow.” “I’m his mistress.”

After viewing the rushes of a Hollywood hopeful’s screen test, the producer was less that enthusiastic: “My dear, it will take and act of Congress to get you into the movies.”