Betty Furst was fiddling around and calling a square dance last night at the "No Blues Dance Hall & Orthopedic Clinic." Poor Judith Seidenstepper kept getting confused on the "alleman left." She couldn't figure out which way to turn or who would be her next partner. Betty stopped the "Whiskey for Breakfast" Irish tune three times to show Judith how to do it, to no avail. The other dancers were doing pretty well, so finally Betty said, "Just hold out your hand and someone will take it."
Pastor Patty was on the sidelines, listening to three-year-old Clara Wembley teach her a song that she had just made up, which mostly had to do with wanting a party featuring a skinny goat rather than a fat calf, since the fatted calf had figured prominently in the morning's sermon about "The Prodigal Son," so she didn't quite know the context for Betty's statement, but she told Randall Nathan later: "It was just like Kierkegaard in the cemetery. I overheard the Gospel."
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