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LAUGH - OUT - LOUD

     Treat yourself to a new way to enjoy Reader's Digest humor! These tapes of classic comic stories, performed by an all-star celebrity cast, are sure to tickle your funnybone and make you smile. All you need to do is turn up the volume, listen, and laugh!

ALL DAY'S IN WORK

AS A MEMBER of the internal-audit division of a large hospital, I had to study various departments to make sure that employees were following proper procedures. Depending on how large the department was, this task could be very time-consuming. I hadn't realized just how much so until I placed a call to the section I was currently reviewing and heard the receptionist tell her supervisor, "It's that guy from eternal audit." --Contributed to "All In a Day's Work" by K.B.M

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      Television comedy writers never hesitate to practice their trade on one another. I was working on an NBC variety show with 11 other writers and made the mistake of showing up in funny-looking saddle shoes. My colleagues kidded me mercilessly. Finally, I thought a joke of my own might stop the attack. "Sure, you can kid me if you want," I said, "but these shoes were given to me by my father on his deathbed." "What did he die of?" One gagster replied. "Embarrassment?" --Contributed to "All In a Day's Work" by Gene Perret

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      WHILE WORKING at a government research facility, I was assigned to develop a prototype for a new project. After weeks of effort, I felt my idea was ready for presentation to our design review board. I asked another engineer for his opinion. "Well," he began, "it's way over budget, probably won't meet the deadline and may not even work." Then he added, "But I think they'll like it!" --Contributed to "All In a Day's Work" by Joel Speth


HUMOR IN UNIFORM

    SOON after my military discharge, my five-year-old son and his buddy asked to play with an old Army cot that was in the garage. As I was helping them carry the cot outside, I heard my son tell his friend, "He won this in the war, you know." --Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Dick Smith




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     SERVING WITH THE MARINE CORPS n Saudi Arabia during Operation Desert Storm, my husband, Darren, was selected for guard duty. One day he discovered that certain stories about the Corps had been circulating among our allies. While standing at his post, he noticed that the Saudi on duty with him was watching him out of the corner of his eye. Every time Darren looked over, the Saudi would glance away. Finally the soldier nervously asked, "Have you ever killed a member of your own family?" Taken aback, Darren laughingly replied, "No." "Well, then," questioned the Saudi, "how did you get into the Marine Corps?" --Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Catherine Smith



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     WHEN I WAS 11 years old, my father, an Army colonel, was stationed in Europe. After planning a last-minute trip to Greece, our family of five raced off to Rhein Main Air Base in Frankfurt. We arrived in the departure lobby, where entire families were waiting for the next available flight. To their annoyance, we were put at the top of the passenger list because of my father's rank. We were also first to board the military cargo plane. The weary people in line behind us groaned as my father marched toward the only five cushioned seats in the aircraft. Then he hesitated and moved on to the seats used for carrying troops. "Make yourselves comfy, kids," he boomed. "This is how we fly in the Army!" Suddenly smiles appeared on the rest of the passengers' faces, and my father was the toast of the flight. --Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Erin Y. Lynch


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CAMPUS COMEDY

     IT WAS EXAM WEEK at Biola University, a Christian college in La Mirada, Calif. The professor in a New Testament class distributed the exam to his students, and then left the room. Fifteen minutes later, the students were startled by a small earthquake. Immediately the professor returned. "All right," he demanded, "who cheated?" --Contributed to "Campus Comedy" by Les Duncan

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      DURING MY POST-GRADUATION job search, I was chatting with an elderly acquaintance who recalled that when he was first employed, he had to wear not only a suit and tie but a hat. He told this story: By the late '40s, I was in charge of interviewing college seniors for positions with our firm. Once I had some young men lined up in the hall waiting to talk to me. As each one entered my office, he put his hat on the hat-rack. Upon leaving, he would pick up the hat and walk out. After several interviews, I thought it was odd that all the boys had exactly the same taste in headgear. I got up and opened the door just in time to see the hat being passed to the next in line. You know," the man said wistfully, I considered that the end of an era." --Contributed to "Campus Comedy" by Diane P. Kerkhoff

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     MY MUSIC-HISTORY PROFESSOR at the University of Kansas at Lawrence was lecturing about an early-16th-century composer whose work was based on the church year. He interrupted his lecture to ask, "Does anyone know who decided when the seasons of the church year were to start? In other words, who decided when Advent and Lent begin?" Our only responses were blank stares. "Anyone?" he asked again. One brave student raised her hand and ventured, "Hallmark?" --Contributed to "Campus Comedy" by Jill C. Etter


LIFE IN THESE UNITED STATE

      THE STAFF at the office where my wife works was hosting a farewell luncheon for a retiring colleague. As the group prepared to go to the restaurant, they found that they couldn't fit the giant balloon they had purchased for the guest of honor into the car. Undaunted, they simply held the balloon out the window as they drove. My wife and her co-workers weren't prepared for the glares they received from passers-by. As the long line of traffic in front of their vehicle began to turn, they saw that their car was right behind a funeral procession. There was nothing they could do but hold on to the balloon with its farewell message: "Gone but not forgotten." --Contributed to "Life In These United States" by David W. Voegel


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     AFTER A VERY HECTIC DAY, my husband came up behind me, put his arms around me and said, "Happiness is being married to you." Not really paying attention, I muttered, "Okay, honey." Later he asked me if I remembered what he had said, and was disappointed when I didn't. "All right, then," I retorted, trying to get even. "What was the nicest thing I ever said to you?" "I do," he answered without hesitation. --Contributed to "Life In These United States" by Theresa P Campanella

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      A co-worker, an avid horsewoman, persuaded several of us to go horseback riding with her. After a quick lesson at the stable, we set off on a trail ride. An hour into the trip, many of us were quite uncomfortable from the bouncing. During a rest stop, one fellow gingerly rubbed the sore area. "What I don't understand," he said, "is why cowboys call people like us tenderfeet." --Contributed to "Life In These United States" by Janie Harting