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BACK IN THE SADDLE AFTER A SHORT VACA . . .

WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SMELL
IN THE PEAK MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE

At an old friend's funeral, several hilarious stories were shared. This was my favorite:

'Way back in the Truman Administration, the friend was just starting out after college. He landed a great job in PR for a Congressman in the nation's capital.

The Congressman had arranged to bring in four Native American chiefs from his home state to meet the President and the Secretary of the Interior. They would sign a few papers, plant a tree, and of course, have the obligatory photo op.

But there was one problem: the chiefs showed up in elegant business suits.

What's wrong with that? The Congressman wanted them in traditional Indian chief garb . . . for the photo op.

So the young cub staffer's assignment was to take the four men all over town sight-seeing (and, yes, the Congressman urged him, in a typical 1950s Politically Incorrect way, to keep them out of the bars!!!), and then get them into the right kind of clothing for the photo op.

He didn't know what else to do, so he took them to a costume shop. 'Way back in the bowels of the shop, they had Indian garb. Hadn't been used for years, but looked great. All set!

So they got to the White House. All shook hands, and posed for the picture, which ran in newspapers around the country.

The thing was, President Truman's face looked kind of funny in the picture. Why? My friend overheard him muttering to the Secretary of the Interior:

"I SMELL MOTHBALLS!!!!"