5/20/1942 Lucid Intervals (Related by Dr. Harting, principal of Temple University High School)
Honesty is the Best Policy
A horse jockey swapped horses with an Amish farmer. After the exchange was completed the jockey drove the horse away muttering to himself:
“That was a good deal. These Amish are honest men and that farmer would never have cheated me.”
At the same time the farmer was having conscience trouble. “After all” he told himself “the jockey did not ask me whether the horse had any faults, I guess it was not a sin to tell him that the horse goes lame on rainy days.”
Several days passed and then the rains came. While the farmer was in his barnyard he saw the jockey approaching and the horse he had sold was limping badly in the trotting buggy. “Oh, my,” thought the farmer “there comes the jockey to accuse me of dishonesty.”
Into the barnyard drove the horse trader. “I guess you came to return the horse,” spoke the honest Amishman, dejectedly and abashed.
“Oh no! I do not want to return the horse my friend. All I ask is that you lend me your suit until I can sell him again.”
Edward Henninger of Pine Grove describing a local character:
Der Weg dass der alt Jeck gwisst hot wann’s hoch Mittdaag war, war wann’s Duwacks Brie Darrich sei Bart geloffe iss un hot aa fange dropse.
(Old Jake knew when it was high noon when his tobacco Juice had saturated his beard and began to drop from it.)
A parson tried hard to console a bereaved widow at the time of the funeral of her third husband. Among other encouraging things he said:
“Now mary, nemm’s net so hart. Es kennt sei dass du un ich noch Mann un Fraa warre kenne. (Perhaps you and I may marry some day.)
“Nee, Parre” sobbed the saddened widow “Du mach’t yuscht arriger. Der Laademacher hot mich schundt f’frogt.” (The undertaker has already asked me to marry him.)