Talking about the growing power of American women in business and politics, here’s a new twist: A woman went into the office of a cemetery manager and complained, “I can’t find my husband’s grave. I know he’s buried here.”

“What is the name?” the manager asked. “Thomas Jackson,” she replied. Referring to his card index, the manager said, “Madam, we have no Thomas Jackson. We just have an Elizabeth Jackson.”

“That’s him,” she said. “Everything is in my name.”

Here lies the bones of Sailor Jack. Who shipwrecked on an isle. With six red-headed chorus girls, Remained for quite a while. He did not die from tropical foods, Nor from a poisoned cup. He just wore out from tearing down The signals they put up!

John: “My wife has the worst habit of staying up until one and two o’clock in the morning, and I can’t break her of it.

Joe: “What is she doing all that time?” John: “Waiting for me to come home.” An older couple was lying in bed one night. The husband was falling asleep but the wife was in a romantic mood and wanted to talk. She said, “ You used to hold my hand when we were courtin'.”

Wearily he reached across, held her hand for a second, and tried to get back to sleep. A few moments later she said, “Then you used to kiss me.”

Mildly irritated, he reached across, gave her a peck on the cheek, and settled down to sleep.

Thirty seconds later she said, “Then you used to bite my neck.”

Angrily, he threw back the bed clothes and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked. “To get my teeth!”