Jokes number : 70

Some years ago, Michael J. Flanagan, a
successful New York
contractor, was standing on the deck of the Staten
Island Ferry when a car got
loose and sent him into the river where
he drowned.

The following Sunday his widow, all decked out in
deepest black, was
standing on the church steps after Mass, receiving
condolences and
enjoying every minute of it, when an old friend of
the contractor came up.

"I'm sorry, Mary, for your trouble,"
offered the friend. "Did Mike
leave you well fixed?"

"Oh, he
did!" she said. "He left me almost a half million dollars."


"Well now, that's not bad for a man who couldn't read or write."


"Nor swim either," added the widow.