>>Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties. She was admired for
>>her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call
>>on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him
>>to have a seat while she prepared tea.
>>As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a
>>cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and
>>in the water floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with
>>tea and scones, they began to chat.
>>The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its
>>strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no
>>longer resist. "Miss Beatrice," he said, "I wonder if you would tell me
>>about this?" pointing to the bowl.
>>
>>"Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the
>>park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The
>>directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would
>>prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all
>>winter?"
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