As my wife said to me last Friday night…three ladies came in and when they heard that there was a charge, one said how much, and my wife said three dollars. One became the spokesman for the three and she said, “Three dollars! Well, I wouldn’t pay anything for such kinds of lectures because they are all tripe anyway.” So she came out to have a feast on tripe, but there was a price to the tripe and she didn’t want to pay for it. So why come and spend one hour of your own precious time knowing it’s going to be tripe anyway? She said, “I wouldn’t pay for such kinds of meetings because it’s all tripe.” Well, go and spend your three dollars or your ten dollars elsewhere. I personally am very fond of tripe, only my wife doesn’t cook it. I was raised on all the internal organs of the animal. Every week we had everything that you can name that came from within the animal; we had it from the brains down, because first of all it was cheap and there were ten children, father, mother and my grandmother plus the servants, and we all had to eat. Although things were very, very inexpensive in those days, when you have fifteen, sixteen to feed you go to the still more inexpensive cuts, and that meant brains, sweetbreads, kidneys, livers, hearts and tripe. So we had it. Every week there wasn’t a day it wasn’t some internal organ of the body, the vital organs that we ate. So I am very familiar with the word tripe…and to her this was tripe, so she went elsewhere. Chances are she went to a nice eating place and spent her three dollars. Then the little body assimilated what it could and expelled what it couldn’t, and so that was her little meal of three bucks.738 ¶27