A tall young man entered the bus with a very long pole. After much maneuvering, he sat down next to an elderly man. “Are you a pole vaulter,” asked the man. “Vell, no. I am not Pole. I am a Norvegian. But how did yew know my name is Vaulter?”
One day Lena confessed to Hilda that she had finally cured her nervous husband, Ole, of biting his nails. “Good gracious!” said Hild...