" I want you to help me
stop my son gambling. " an anxious father said to his boy's principal. " I don't
know where he gets it from, but it's bet, bet, bet. "
" Leave it to me, " said the principal.
A week later he phoned the boy's father. " I think I've cured him," he said.
" How? "
" Well, I saw him looking at my beard and he said, " I bet that's a false
beard, " How much? I said, and he said $ 5 "
" What happened ? " asked the father.
" Well he tugged my beard which is quite natural and I made him give me $5.
I'm sure that'll teach him a lesson! "
" No, it won't," said the father. "He bet me $10 on Monday that he'd pull
your beard with your permission by the end of the week! "
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