Ham on Wry

THANK STAN TOO FOR THE GEM about the alcoholic derelict who, when he stumbled into his very first meeting, "was making his home near the railroad tracks," and so felt very out of place in a room full of clean and dry people, especially clean. When the meeting's chairman, in reading "How It Works," said "What an order, I can't go through with it!" the bum heard "What an odor," took it as a personal insult, and bolted for another two years.