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The scene was Mount Olympus, where Bacchus, the Greek God of wine, had thrown a part for a pair of visiting Roman deities - Ceres, the Goddess of agriculture, and Janus, the two-faced God of doors and beginnings. Everyone overdid the grape, more or less. Ceres, at one point was staggering and turning in circles; Janus, equally under the influence, was trying to dance with her. Bacchus feared that the pair might fall over, injuring themselves, so he rushed to their side to steady and support the unstable twosome.

This marked the first time that a whirled Ceres was held with a double-header.

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There was a monastery near Aspen, Colorado, called Snowmass. All the monks had taken a vow of silence. They rarely speak. Each day begins with morning worship. The service starts when the head abbot enters and chants, "Good morning."

The monks chant in reply, "Good morning."

They say not another word until evening vespers, when the head abbot comes in and chants, "Good evening."

The monks all reply in unison, "Good evening." Not another word is spoken until the next morning.

Several years ago, one of the monks decided he had to break up the monotony of this routine. The next morning, when the head abbot chanted, "Good morning," all the monks responded, "Good morning," except the one bored monk who, hiding his identity from the other monks, chanted, "Good evening."

Quickly, the head abbot sang in reply, "Someone chanted evening. He must be a stranger."

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The chief of a poor Native American tribe, living in a desolate location with no paved roads, no electricity, and no indoor plumbing, scrimped and saved and was finally able to send his eldest son to college. The lad did well, working hard for four years and finally graduating with a bachelor's degree in electrical engineering.

Arriving back home after completing his education, the boy was treated to a welcoming party, complete with plenty of refreshments. Shortly after he retired to his bed, the son was awakened by a call of nature. Leaving the hut, he proceeded down the path to the outhouse, only to stumble and fall because of the lack of lights to brighten the way.

The next day, the son decided to put his training to work. He sat down, did the calculations, and prepared construction drawings for a lighting system for the outhouse, complete with illumination for the path leading to it. The project was soon completed and was an immediate success. The chief's son will go down in history as the first Indian to wire a head for a reservation.