Well, 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 Sunday. 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, that would 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?" Well, 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 just got in his Ford and vas driving Lena home when they passed

the Hot Springs Motel.

He'd struck out twice already, but he figured he had nothing to lose.

"Hey, Lena," said Ole, "how vould you like to stop at that motel with

me?" "Yah, Ole, that vould be nice," said Lena. Well, 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

with Lena.

The next morning Ole got up first. He looked at Lena lying there in

the bed, her blond curls on the pillow. "what have I done? what have I

done?" thought Ole. He shook Lena and she woke up. "Lena, I've got to

ask you one thing," said Ole. "Vat are you going to tell your Sunday

School class?" "Lena said, "the same thing I alvays tell them. You don't

have to smoke or drink to have a good time!"