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
a while, he went on one of the other Sundays.
On one of those Sundays, he was in the pew right behind Lena and he
noticed
what a fine looking woman she was. While they 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?"
Well, Ole was feeling pretty low after that, so he just got in his
Ford
and
was driving Lena home when they 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 hair all spread out on her 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
and drink to have a good time!"
