Show Joke of the Week A friend of mine in Okla Okla- homa boma whose husband and chil chil- children chil- chil children dren have a healthy respect for their spring tornadoes al al- always always always ways complained bitterly each time she was forced into the storm cellar by her anxious family Year after year ear the storms missed them and with each trip to the cellar she be be- became became became came more embittered in her remarks as they trudged back to the house Last spring however they emerged from their their refuge refuge t to find the house rubble and their possessions scattered tow to to the four lour winds Her husband patted her shoulder searching for Cor words of comfort He was stunned to hear her hersay hersay hersay say in tones of great sails satis satisfaction faction action Now that the way I like ke to see things when I come up out of a storm cellar |