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My all-time favorite Henny Youngman joke: "I buy my mother-in-law all the latest electic machines and devices for her kitchen. You know: electric range, electric dishwashwer, super-size electric refrigerator. Then she complains she's got no room to sit down. So I buy her an electric chair." 

Borsht-Belt Comedians


    They don’t make ‘em like Henny Youngman no more
          Borsht-belt comedians, vaudevillians before

     Delivered punch lines one after another and another
          Rat-a-tat-tat-touille ~ their tongues just like rubber
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Mckeithan Avatar
May 14, 2025 at 2:23 PM
I remember Henny, and Rodney. Great one liner comedians. Masters of the pun and wit
Crandall Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Oh yeah, I remember Henny Youngman. Rodney Dangerfield kind of reminds me of him.
Bauer Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 9:32 AM
A fine tribute to that lost type of humor, Gershon…
Rodgers Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Hello Gershon, your tribute....with the quick wit and rhythm of those legendary Borscht Belt comedians like Henny Youngman, whose rapid-fire punch lines and rubbery tongues kept audiences roaring. O' that vanished era’s charm and sharp humor and how those masters shaped comedy with relentless energy and timeless laughs. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Dietrich Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Cute one, Gershon!
Lawless Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 5:07 AM
...take my wife...PLEASE
Wolf Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Consider her taken, John. LOL. ~ ICE Deportation Team
Sands Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 3:43 AM
Lol. That is great Gershon. Yes so much has changed too :)
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