- Write your own mini-biography to send or hand to whoever is introducing you
- Know who you're talking to
- A handout of some sort (business only)
- Prepare. The better prepared you are, the more you'll be able to make your talk sound less formal and friendly
- Give your audience the big picture in your introduction
- Aim for a balance of emotional and rational
- Humor is almost always welcome (not rude or too personal)
- Practice modulating your voice (up and down, no squeaks)
- Practice in front of friends (honest feedback please)
- Make eye contact with your audience
- Speech Making Explained: - oh, come now, madam ....
- Speeches - feeling upset, harry ....
HER HUSBAND, FEELING A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE STAMMERED AND STUTTERED FOR...
Her husband, feeling a little uncomfortable stammered and stuttered for a bit, finally blurted out 'Oh - er - just professionally, my dear.' Replied the wife 'Hers or yours ?' STRICTLY STAG. 2 The new school inspector was very young and rather apt to become easily flustered. Came the day when he found himself having to address a class of fifteen year old boys, all due to leave school at the end of the term. Hesitatingly, he tried to explain to them about life in the grown up world; now that they were now young men and children no longer, and how they must take on the responsibilities of citizenship.
Not wishing to paint too gloomy a picture, he said that they would find that working life had its compensations. 'Indeed,' he elaborated 'Every age has its compensations-childhood, schooldays. You boy,' he pointed to a boy in the front row.
'You enjoyed your infancy didn't you ?' The boy had not the faintest idea what the inspector was talking about, but true to school training he answered smartly 'Oh, yes, sir.' 'Well then, that's what I mean' the inspector continued rapidly. 'Just as, when an infant, you enjoyed your infancy, so as an adult, you will find you enjoy your adultery.' In the vicarage garden there was a sudden scuffle in the hen house.
Out of the run, and over the wire netting came a small black-and-white hen pursued vigorously by a raucous, long legged rooster.
Half running, half flying the little hen darted out of the garden into the main road. A passing lorry hit her and that, alas, was that. From the vicarage window, the two elderly spinsters watched the proceedings with approval.
Finally, one turned to the other 'You see, Emily,' she said 'she'd rather die.' The village spinster called into the local police station and complained to the village constable that some of the young men of the village were bathing in the river outside her house, completely nude.
The constable promised to take action. A few days later, she was back. 'Haven't they moved,' said the constable, 'I told them to'. 'Well, yes, they've moved,' she said, 'but they are still visible from my bedroom window.' The P.C. sighed. 'All right, madam, I'll see to it.' The next day she was back yet again.