Jokes from Bubble and Squeak by “The Tatler Man”, 1927…

As the vicar walked across his lawn, he noticed how very dry and sunburnt it was. “Everything looks terribly dried up, John,” he remarked to the old gardener; “I think I shall pray for rain to-morrow.” The old man scratched his head thoughtfully. “Don’t think me interferin’, sir,” he said at last, “but it ain’t much use prayin’ for rain with the wind in the north.”

The scene was a railway station, and a porter was hurling some trunks out of the luggage van. “Here,” shouted a railway official who happened to be passing, “what do you mean by throwing those trunks about like that?” The porter gasped in astonishment, and the owners of the trunks felt like pinching themselves to make sure that it was real. “Yes,” went on the official, “don’t you see that you’re making big dents in this concrete platform?”

An elderly lady, who obviously was someone of importance, was travelling recently with her maid to Windsor, and having been told she had to change at Slough, was wandering about the platforms at Paddington to find her train. At last she sighted a porter, and going up to him, and pointing to a train, she said, “Can you  — er, tell me, is this the Slough train?” “No, mum,” he answered, “that’s the express.”

A certain famous financier was taken seriously ill at the age of ninety, and felt that his end was near. “Nonsense, my dear man,” said the doctor; “the Lord isn’t going to take you until you’re past the 100 mark.” “No, my friend,” replied the invalid, “that wouldn’t be good finance. Why should the Lord wait until I reach par when he can pick me up at ninety?”

-For more old but good jokes see Bubble and Squeak, by “The Tatler Man”, maybe published around 1927.