Mrs. Betty Finch was playing the trombone as she heard a knock at the door. "I wonder who that is at eleven o'clock in the morning?" she thought. But, she cautiously opened the door, and, instead of the turbaned ruffian she expected, she found a very nice young man.

"Mrs. Finch, you've won the car contest! Would you like a Triumph Spitfire or 3000 in cash?" he smiled.

Mrs. Finch took the money.

"What will you do with it all -- not that it's any of my business." he giggled.

"I think I'll become an alcoholic," said Betty.