cowboy rode into a strange town and saw carpenters finishing work on a =
icing a rider tying up his horse in front of the hotel, he called, =
"Hey, are you folks gonna hang someone?"
The guy =
nodded. "Yup. We’re fixin’ to hang Brown Paper =
The cowboy’s brow furrowed. "How come he’s =
called Brown Paper Larry?"
"Well," said the guy, =
"the man always wears clothes made of brown paper. Brown paper =
shirts. Brown paper pants. Brown paper cowboy hat. Even brown paper =
The visitor pondered this for a moment, then asked, =
"What are ya hangin’ him =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"