Today, I read the The Chicago Way by Tom McNamee in the Chicago Sun-Times in which he talks about jokes that work only Chicago. Well, I would like to share some of those jokes with you, my fellow Chicagoans. He starts out with “Noel, Noel … So I took the bus.” I remember hearing a different version of this joke at Holy Cross School told by a nun: “Some Christmas carolers are under the El tracks downtown singing, “Noel, Noel …” Along comes a drunk and tells them, “Then take a bus!”
My friend Vito Vitkauskas wrote this Chicago joke that I used to use in my comedy routine: I once broke my arm in three places. Haltsed, Lincoln, and Fullerton.
Ken Green, in today’s Sun-Times, wrote two funny haikus, or as he calls them, Chi-kus:
The CTA bus
a very rare animal
moves in packs of three
In my house we vote
Even my uncle votes
May he rest in peace
Here are some of the other jokes printed in the column:
- How many Chicagoans does it take to park a car? Seven. One behind the wheel and six to rearrange the kitchen chairs.
- Why is Chicago known as the city that works? Because whatever the problem–a parking ticket or a murder indictment–it can be fixed.
- We all know why the chicken crossed the road, but why did the lady duck cross Walton Place? To get to the Drake.
- I heard Mayor Daley has a plan to get crime off the streets. Yeah, he’s going to widen the sidewalks.