Back in the cowboy days, a
westbound wagon train was lost and low on food.
No other humans
had been seen for days and then they saw an old Jewish cowboy
sitting beneath a tree. The leader rushed to him and said,
"We're lost and running out of food. Is there someplace ahead
where we can get food?
"Vell," the old Jewish cowboy said, "I
vouldn't go up dat hill und down da other side. Somevun told me
you'll run into a big bacon tree."
"A bacon tree?" asked the wagon train
"Yah, ah bacon tree. Trust me. For
nuttin vud I lie."
The leader goes back and tells his
people that if nothing else, they might be able to find food on
the other side of the next ridge. "So why did he say not to go
there?" some pioneers asked "Oh, you know the Jewish -- they
don't eat bacon."
So the wagon train goes up the hill and
down the other side. Suddenly, Indians attack and massacre
everyone except the leader, who manages to escape back to the
old Jewish cowboy, who's enjoying a "glassel tea." The near-dead
man starts shouting. "You fool. You sent us to our deaths! We
followed your instructions, but there was no bacon tree. Just
hundreds of Indians, who killed everyone."
The old Jewish cowboy holds up his hand
and says "Oy! vait a minute." He then gets out an
English-Yiddish dictionary, and begins thumbing through it. "Gevalt,
I made myself ah big mistake. It vuz not a bacon tree. It vuz a
Submitted by Larry, Walkersville, Md.