SUNDAY SCHOOL….
July 19th, 2005
Vell, Ole and Lena went to the same Lutheran Church. Lena went
every Sunday and taught Sunday School. Ole went on Christmas and
Easter and once in awhile, he went on one of the other Sundays. On
one of those Sundays, he was in the pew right behind Lena and he
noticed vhat a fine looking woman she was.
Vhile dey were taking up the collection, Ole leaned forward and said,
“Hey, Lena, how about you and me go to dinner in New Ulm next Friday?”
“Yah, Ole, dot vould be nice,” said Lena.
Well, Ole couldn’t believe his luck. All week long he polished up
his old Ford, and on Friday he picked Lena up and took her to the
finest restaurant in New Ulm.
When they sat down, Ole looked over at Lena and said, “Hey, Lena,
vould you like a cocktail before dinner?”
“Oh, no, Ole,” said Lena. “Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?”
Vell, Ole was set back a bit, so he didn’t say much until after
dinner. Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of
cigarettes. “Hey, Lena,” said Ole, “vould you like a smoke?”
“Oh, no, Ole,” said Lena. “Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?”
Vell, Ole vas feeling pretty low after that, so he yust got in his
Ford and vas driving Lena home ven dey passed the Hot Springs Motel.
He’d struck out twice already, so he figured he had nothing to lose.
“Hey, Lena,” said Ole, “how vould you like to stop at that motel
with me?” “Yah, Ole, dot vould be nice,” said Lena.
Vell, Ole couldn’t believe his luck. He did a U-turn right then and
there across the median and everything, and drove back to the motel
and checked in vith Lena.
The next morning Ole got up first. He looked at Lena lying there in
the bed, her curls on the pillow.
“Vat have I done? Vat have I done?” thought Ole.
He shook Lena and she woke up.
“Lena, I’ve got to ask you von ting,” said Ole. “Vat are you going
to tell your Sunday School class?”
“Lena said, “The same ting I alvays tell dem.
You don’t have to smoke or drink to have a good time!”