Santa! Your daughter has died! Depressed, he jumps from the 100th floor At the 50th floor, he remembers he doesn't have a daughter! At the 25th flr: He's unmarried! At the 10th: He's Banta not Santa.
"Darling," said Banta to his new bride, Preeto, "Now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?" "Of course, dearest, no trouble," she replied. "But what will you live on?"
