Not long ago, the Toledo, Ohio, Junior League attempted to raise money by putting on a horse show.
The socialite who was in charge of the affair fell ill the day before it was to open, and another girl, new to the ways of horseflesh, was put in command.
Shortly before the event, she received an anxious telephone call from a man who had several horses entered. “I know this is for charity,” he said apologetically, “and I’m sorry to have to ask you to do this, but can you scratch one of my horses for me?”
“Surely,” said the Leaguer pleasantly. “Where?”
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