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Show SEE SAW Well, sir, a bunch in Texas was batting the breeze in a bar, annoyed an-noyed somewhat by the know-it-ali attitude or a fellow named "Old Coot.' Every time some learned bit of bar talk became an almost established es-tablished fact among one and all, Old Coot would interpose his knowledge, almost unbelievable, yet he was so convincing his stories would become acceptable. One rich and sly Texas wag decided de-cided to shut up Old Coot when the name Bobby Jones came up and Old Coot said: "Why I know Bob well. Played a lot of golf with him." "Betcha a thousand dollars you don't,' said the Texan. "OK," said Coot, "let's drive over to Augusta, and I'll prove it." The great golfer was in the shower when the call boy anounc-ed anounc-ed to him Old Coot was in the lobby. Jones seized an oversized towel, ran right out and declared: "Well, Old Coot! Where have you been all these years?'1 Old Coot won the grand. "Let me get even," said the Texan en route home. "I suppose you know President Eisenhower and went through the war with him." " 'Deed I did," said Coot, going on to recite many wartime incidents, inci-dents, unbelievable, in which he and the great general participated. "I got two thousand that says you're a liar," wagered the wealthy Texan. And Coot accepted as they wheeled around and headed for Washington, D. C. At the White House, receptionists reception-ists said the President was tied up in cabinet meetings, could not be disturbed, but at Old Coot's insistance, a page carried in a note with his name scribbled on it. President Eisenhower, making quick excuses to his cabinet, came bounding out and cried: "Coot, you old rascal! Where in the dickens have you been for so long? Why did you duck out after the surrender?" In due time, the get-arounder and the Texan started for the Lone Star state again, when the happy thought occured to the Texan that he still might even up the odds, so he asked: "I suppose you know the Pope, too." It was an all-expense trip for Old Coot, because the Texas oilyunaire was bound and determined to collect col-lect double or nothing this time. Once in Rome, the Americans were told His Holiness was in retreat in the Alps, so they journeyed there, and Were informed the Pope could hot be disturbed for another two Weeks. But Old Coot was a good talker and he coaxed until he was allowed to slip in behind doors of the mon-astary mon-astary alone to see the Pope. "If you see me standing with him on the balcony, that ought to be enough?" he asked the Texan, and the drawling oilman agreed. Sure enough, after 25 minutes inside, His Holiness and Old Coot appearned arm in arm on the balcony as hundreds of faithful gathered for a glimpse. The Texan stood agast, saying goodbye to his money. As he stood there in his shocked amazement, a small boy from the crowd tugged at the Texan's pant leg, saying: "Say Mister, who is the guy in the purple skull cap who's talking to Old Coot?" Deep Well Cookers Insulated lids on deep well cook-srs cook-srs should never be Immersed in water but should be carefully wiped off with a clean, damp cloth after use. The lid may be left ajar when the cooker Is not in use, to keep cooker fresh. |