twersky@aecom.UUCP (Yitz Twersky) (02/07/85)
For a month the shadchan (professional matchmaker) had benn extolling the many
virtues of a young lady, until finally the prospective bridegroom became
deeply interested. So the marriage broker arranged for the youth to meet the
girl at a party at her parents' home.
But when the young man laid eyes on the intended bride his heart sank - and he
blazed inwardly at the perfidious, lying broker.
All through dinner he maintained his composure, but at the first opportunity
he drew the shadchan aside and hissed fiercely in his ear:
"You fraud! You swindler! What did I ever do to you that you should fool me
like this? Do you need the fee so badly? Why, this women is a good twenty
years older than I am. And that face-she should charge admission to look at
it. Better yet, she should nail a board over it. And she's so near-sighted
she squints. She has no teeth, she......."
"You dont have to wisper," interrupted the shadchan, "She's deaf, too!"
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