JUST BOLOGNA
Do you remember ever being invited to a picnic? The one who invited you told you something like, "Bring what you want to eat and we'll furnish the tea." Now as it happened, the day of the picnic you got home late from work. All you had to pack for your meal was just one dried up old piece of bologna and just enough mustard in the jar so that it got all over your knuckles when you tried to scoop it out of the jar—and two stale pieces of bread — the heals. S-o-o-o-o-o-o you made just a bologna sandwich, wrapped it in wax paper, put it in a brown paper bag and went to the picnic. When it came time to eat, there you sat at the end of the table you opened the brown paper bag and took out your pitiful bologna sandwich. Now the family sitting right next to you had a real spread. The wife was a great cook and had worked all day preparing the meal. She made fried chicken, baked beans, potato salad, green beans, home make rolls, sliced tomatoes, pickles, olives...