FALSE ALARMS
FACTOR OF SAFETY
The wife, awakened by a fire siren, poked her hubby and said:
“Wake tip, darling, I think the whole town is on fire. The sky is all lit up. Wake up 1 Wake up!”
老公来缓慢,怠惰地起来,睡眠中ly felt the four walls of his room, yawned and stretched out. He murmured to his wife:
“The walls are still cool.” And he went back to sleep.
AH, FOR REVENGE
In a certain Massachusetts town, a member of the fire department broke his engagement with one local girl to marry another. Such things happen but in this case the results were rather unusual.
This young lady is revenging herself for being thus jilted. Every night, toward the small hours of the morning, she turns in a false fire alarm to disturb her one-time sweetie’s slumber. Night after night the sleepy firemen go rushing on a fool’s errand.
Although the calls can’t be traced to this lady, members of the department are inclined to believe that she is causing the trouble.
If you get up earlier in the morning than your neighbor, and work harder and scheme more and stick to the job more closely and stay up later planning how to make more money than your neighbor and burn the midnight oil planning how to get ahead of him while he is snoozing, not only will you leave more money when you die than he will, but you’ll leave it a damsite sooner.
MEANT THE SAME
At the state fireman’s convention, there was one room at the official hotel that appeared to have an especial attraction.
One delegate went back to a group from his home town, with the delicate odor of liquor hanging around him.
His commisisoner remarked; “You told me that you refused to drink.”
“You’re wrong. I just said that I had turned one down.”
POINT OF VIEW
During Fire Prevention Week, one lieutenant who was accustomed to public speaking was assigned to give short talks at various meetings. As he was preparing to leave the station for an appointment, an alarm came in, and he hopped on to the outgoing apparatus.
After the fire was extinguished, the lieutenant began brushing his clothes before continuing to the place where he was supposed to speak. Turning to a fellow officer he asked:
“Is my face dirty or is it my imagination?”
“Your face isn’t. I don’t know about your imagination.”
People who carry it in glass bottles, should not sit on stones.
-Drawing by “Art” Espey
