The Monday Afternoon Club, an organization
of wealthy city women, met and decided that this month's outing was to be at a dairy farm.
Most of them had lived in the city all their lives, and had never seen such a thing.
The day came, and the ladies filed into the
rented bus which whisked them off to their destination. On the way, they watched out the
windows as the city squalor turned into lovely, unpolluted countryside. After they
arrived, they were greeted by the farmer who invited them to look him up should they have
any questions.
Myrtle, after looking about, and being
amazed by what she saw, stepped into a building and viewed something she thought was quite
remarkable. She saw the farmer walk by and hailed him - he sauntered in.
"Sir," she inquired, "Why
doesn't this cow have any horns?"
The farmer cocked his head for a moment,
then began in a patient tone: "Well, ma'am, cattle can do a powerful lot of damage
with horns. Sometimes we keep'em trimmed down with a hacksaw. Other times we can fix up
the young 'uns by puttin' a couple drops of acid where their horns would grow in, and that
stops 'em cold. Still, there are some breeds of cattle that never grow horns. But the
reason this cow don't have no horns, ma'am, is 'cause it's a HORSE!"
