Albuquerque1948

Stage Passenger with Juke:
You and Pearl figure on holy matrimony?

Juke:
She don't like my whiskers.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Then why don't you whack them off?

Juke:
Oh, Pearl wants me to, but I keep thinkin' about Samson.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
You mean Samson,the little tailor in Albuquerque?

Juke:
No, you heathen. Samson was a king. Lived in Egypt or Afrikee or someplace like that.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Well, what about him?

Juke:
Well, he had a mane and whiskers just like mine. Strongest fella you ever seen. Pushed buildings over with his bare hands. Yes, sir. He had a gal, too, named Delilah.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Didn't she like whiskers either?

Juke:
No, sir. Snuck in one night, clipped Samson slicker than a frog's belly. After that he was so durn weak, couldn't even break a toothpick!