As Harold and Ernestine were driving across the country, they decided to stop to rest near an Indian reservation.
“I’ve heard that Indians have quite an interesting history,” Ernestine reminded her husband.
“Yes,” he replied, “unless you count their encounters with General Custer and St. Isaac Jogues, I’ll bet they’re pretty good.”
“You have to admit, don’t you,” she went on, “This scenery is so nice. I’m so happy we have our cameras.”
“One thing I don’t get,” Harold wondered. “Why do they have these chairs here? They so spoil the otherwise perfect impression it all makes.”