Miss Bee was in her eighties, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness
to all.  The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in the spring, and
she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor.  She invited him to have a seat
while she prepared a little tea.

As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass
bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water.  In the water floated, of all
things, a condom.  Imagine his shock and surprise.

Imagine his curiosity!  Surely Miss Bee had flipped... or something!  But he
certainly couldn't mention the strange sight in her parlor.

When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat. The pastor tried
to
stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon
it got the better of him, and he could
resist no longer.

"Miss Bee," he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this.  "  (Pointing
to the bowl.)

"Oh yes,"  she replied, "isn't it wonderful?  I was walking downtown last
fall,
and I found this little package.  It said to put it on the organ and keep it
wet, and it would prevent disease.  And you know, I think it's working!   I
haven't had a cold all winter!"