Military leaders succeed in building a computer that is able to solve any strategic or tactical problem.
They are assembled in front of the new machine and instructed to feed a difficult tactical problem into it. They describe a hypothetical situation to the computer and then ask the pivotal question: “Attack or retreat?”
The computer hums away for an hour and then comes up with the answer: “Yes.”
The generals look at each other, somewhat stupefied. Finally one of them submits a second request to the computer: “Yes what?”
Instantly the computer responded: “Yes, Sir.”
At one of the last all girl schools, the instructor in a ‘Charm Course’ was urging her students to give their male escorts every chance to be gallant.
“Remain seated in the truck until he has had time to step around and open the door for you,” she said.
Then, returning to reality, she added: “But, if the big, dumb idiot is in the restaurant ordering his steak… don’t wait any longer.”
A kind-hearted motorist saw a man struggling to change a tyre on the side of the highway and pulled over to see whether he could help.The man had a very red face, and a dark smear across it where he’d wiped off sweat with dirty hands. His tie was undone and his shirt collar askew, and it was clear he had also wiped his hands on his once-white shirt.
Close to him stood an immaculately neat woman who was speaking in quick, agitated tones.
“Hello, there,” said the motorist. “Say, I’ve changed a lot of tyres… maybe I can help here.”
“You sure can,” the man with the flat tyre replied wearily. “My wife is an expert, too. If you will just do all the arguing with her about how this tyre ought to be changed, I will concentrate on the dirty work and get the job done.”