Buncha the boys would go into a back-country store and ask the young woman who worked there for a loaf of raisin bread. This was kept on the top shelf, and to get it she had to turn her back on the boys and do a lot of stretching and the resulting view was terrific.

Finally, after getting eight or ten loaves down for eight or ten of the loafers, she turned to an old fella who'd been patiently waiting and asked, "Well? Is your's raisin too?"

"No," he responded, "but it's twitchin' a might."