The English church down the road was having one of its biannual sales, and we picked up a bunch of books for three Swiss Francs each. The first one I opened when we got home was this 1936 edition of The World's Best Jokes
. I cannot recall ever seeing anything quite so toe-curlingly tasteless and unfunny. There is stiff competition, but my current front-runner is the following little poem from Section XXVI, "Negro Dialect":
Ef I wuz de President
Of dese United States
I'd live on 'lasses candy
An' swing on all de gates!
Could someone please assist the lady in the third row? She appears to be unwell...