Our phone rang late one night, and my wife Nancy picked it up.

She said, "KitKat," and hung up. "Who was that?" "Some boy for Carolyn," she said, referring to our daughter. "What now?" I asked. "He plans to ask Carolyn to the prom and wanted to know what her favorite candy is. He's going to put the invitation into a candy basket." The next morning a basket of candy was on our porch. "But, Mom," our daughter protested when she heard the story, "KitKat isn't my favorite candy." "I know," Nancy said. "It's mine." "It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit." (Harry S Truman, 1884-1972) After a trial had been going on for three days, Finley, the man accused of committing the crimes, stood up and approached the judge's bench. "Your Honor, I would like to change my plea from 'innocent' to 'guilty' of the charges." The judge angrily banged his fist on the desk. "If you're guilty, why didn't you say so in the first place and save this court a lot of time and inconvenience?" he demanded. Finley looked up wide-eyed and stated, "Well, when the trial started I thought I was innocent, but that was before I heard all the evidence against me."

Farmer Jones was telling a story about milking cows by hand. On one occasion as he was milking, a fly was flying around his head. As he shewed it away it flew up to the cows head and right into her ear. And as he was milking he seen a fly drop in to the bucket. He figured it must have gone into one ear and out the udder.