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Reminds me of my roots!!! ;-)
Cub
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, June 06, 2003 4:28 AM
Subject: ShopTalk: Clubmaker
problem
A rural clubmaker got in his pickup,
drove several
miles to a neighboring clubmaker's farm
and knocked on the house
door. A young boy, about 12
opened the door.
"Is yer paw home?" the farmer
asked. "No sir he ain't," the
boy replied. "He went to
the Golfsmith Store." "Well said the clubmaker, is
yer
maw here?" "No, she ain't here neither. She went to
the
store with paw." "How about your brother, Joe, is he
here?"
"He went with maw and paw." The clubmaker stood
there for a
few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other and
mumbling to himself. "Is there anything I can
do fer ya?",
the boy inquired politely. "I know where
all the clubmakingtools are, if
you want to borry one.
Or maybe I could take a message fer
paw." "Well," said
the farmer uncomfortably. "I really
wanted to talk to
yer paw. It's about your brother Joe
getting my
daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant." The boy
considered for
a moment. "You would have to talk to pa
about that", he
finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I
know that pa
charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the boar
hog, but I
really don't know how much he gets for
Joe."
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