There were these two guys who were really into charades and living rebuses (sight puzzles), and since both were fairly wealthy, some of them got pretty elaborate. They were also highly competitive. But Fred seemed to always stump George, and he was always guessing George's puzzles right off. But George was determined that, come hell or high water, he would devise a puzzle that would completely buffalo George.

Then, lo! he came up with one he was sure would do it!

Smirking confidently, he hired sixteen strippers. He asked them to appear wearing bikinis. Then before he called Fred into the room, he had the young women remove either tops or bottoms. He told them to line up as follows:

Topless facing forward,
bottomless facing backward,
topless facing forward,
bottomless facing backward,
topless facing forward,
bottomless facing backward,
bottomless facing backward,
bottomless facing backward,
then, the remaining eight women in exactly the same sequence.

He then let Fred into the room. Fred took a quick glance and burst out laughing. "Sorry, old buddy, but it's obvious! It's the "William Tell Overture!"

"Damn!" growled George, banging his head against the wall. Then he sighed and said, "Okay, explain!"

"Easy," said Fred, still snickering. "Titty-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, rump, rump; titty-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, rump, rump!"

Don Firth

P. S. (sorry!)