At 11:29 AM 7/25/03 +0200, Ian & Chelle Long wrote: > I've even tried putting a peg on my nose!
Reminds me of a story that's at least twenty years older than I am. (So don't ask for provenance!) After the Great War (WWI), when there was a lot of war surplus lying around, one little boy got his hands on a real, working gas mask -- and for miles around, no housewife had to grate her own horseradish. -- Joy Beeson [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~joybeeson/ http://home.earthlink.net/~beeson_n3f/ west of Fort Wayne, Indiana, U.S.A. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED]
