Where Rooks County Shares A Good Laugh

• This is a true story. A Cheyenne friend, Serle Chapman, who has written several books and given many talks about Cheyenne culture and history, is sometimes asked how he feels about being called Indian. He says he doesn’t mind because he knows Columbus was searching for India, got lost, thought he had arrived there when he landed on a Caribbean island, and thus called the people Indians. He then closes with, “We are just glad he wasn’t trying to find Turkey.”

• This is a true story. In 1883, the railroads in the U.S. and Canada created standard time and established the time zones we still use today, so they could schedule trains. Local depot agents posted a schedule of the arrival and departure of all trains stopping at their town. Trains were not always on schedule for many reasons. A patron complained to the agent, “Why do you have that schedule on the wall? The trains are always late.” The agent replied, “Well, if we didn’t have that schedule, you wouldn’t know they were late.”

• The two tourist went to Honolulu on vacation. Soon, they began to argue about the correct way to pronounce the word “Hawaii.” One insisted that it’s Hawaii, with a “w” sound. The argued it was pronounced like “Havaii,” with a “v” sound.

Finally, they saw an old native on the beach and asked him how the name was correctly pronounced.

The old man said, “Sure, it’s “Havaii”.

That solved the argument and the tourists thanked the old man.

The old man replied, “You’re velcome.”

• A man was driving at 60 mph one day when he was passed by a three-legged chicken.

In disbelief, he accelerated and passed the chicken. Seconds later, the chicken passed him again. The man sped up to 90 mph and tried to catch the chicken but it ran down a side road. The man followed it into a farmyard but couldn’t find it anywhere.

He saw the farmer and told him the story, and the man asked for an explanation.

The farmer said that he, his wife, and his son all liked chicken legs so he bred three-legged chickens as an experiment.

“How do they taste?” asked the man.

“I don't know,” replied the farmer. “We haven’t caught one yet.”

That explains it A preacher was told by his doctor that he had only a few weeks left to live.

He went home feeling very sad; and, when his wife heard the bad news, she said to him, “Honey, if there’s anything I can do to make you happy, tell me.”

The preacher answered, “You know, dear, there’s that box in the kitchen cabinet with what you always called ‘your little secret’ in it, and you said you never would want me to open it as long as you lived. Now that I’m about to go home to be with the Lord, why don’t you show me what’s in that secret box of yours?”

The preacher’s wife agreed and got out the box.

She slowly opened the lid, and, it contained $10,000 and three eggs.

“Where did all that money come from, and what are those eggs doing in the box?” the preacher asked.

“Well, Honey,” she replied, “every time your sermon was really bad, I put an egg in the box.”

Now the preacher had been preaching for many, many years, and seeing only three eggs in that old shoe box, he started to feel very proud of himself, and it warmed his soul.

“And what about that $10,000?,” he asked.

“Oh, you see,” she whispered softly, “every time there were a dozen eggs in the box, I...sold them.”

Buck always said You can’t tell the depth of the well by the length of the handle on the pump.

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