A bad joke for a rainy day

Every semester, I teach the students in my Introduction to Mass Communications class about Edward R. Murrow. I do this for two reasons. The first is that he was one of the most significant figures in the history of radio and then television broadcasting. The second is so I can tell them a really bad joke.
Edward R. Murrow brought something new and different to reporting the news: commentary. This is something we are all accustomed to, reporters being commentators, but it was revolutionary, or at least evolutionary, when Murrow began doing it.
He is perhaps most famous for his “This is London” radio reports which came live from London during the relentless Nazi bombings of the city throughout 1940. London is 5 hours ahead of the U.S. East Coast in time, so Murrow’s broadcasts, often at midnight in London, came to Americans in prime time.
During his later years in television, Murrow became famous for his hard-hitting editorials. Those years were illustrated in the 2005 movie “Good Night and Good Luck,” written and directed by George Clooney and nominated for six Academy Awards.
“Good night and good luck,” a phrase Murrow ended each of his broadcasts with, is something Londoners would say to each other every night during the bombings.
So, here’s the bad joke.
It starts with the Potato Princess. Yes, the Potato Princess.
Her father, of course, is the Potato King.
One day, the Potato Princess announces to her father, “Daddy, I met the man I wish to marry.”
The Potato King is delighted. But not for long. “Who is this lucky man?” he inquires.
“Why, it’s Edward R. Murrow,” the Potato Princess says proudly.
“Edward R. Murrow!” the Potato King bellows, steam practically coming out of his ears. “No! No! No! No daughter of mine will ever marry Edward R. Murrow!”
“But, why, Daddy, why?” the Potato Princess cries. “Why can’t I marry Edward R. Murrow?”
“Because Edward R. Murrow,” the Potato King shouts, “is nothing but a commentator.”
Get it?
Common. Tater.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Ed Ackerman