An amusing incident took place, one that may have been the opening for a more relaxed association between Carbine Williams and me. Carbine was standing in the kitchen with Mrs. Williams and me when she left to the room to get some old photographs which we had asked to copy.

Carbine immediately lunged for the cabinet under the sink and, after fumbling around with his hand while looking out for Miss Maggie with one eye, fished out an irish potato from a bag and slipped it into his coat pocket. He looked at me and smiled as if he had pulled a fast one on me as well as on Miss Maggie.

Mrs. Williams didn't return for a minute so I smiled back at him and said,"I know that old trick, too!" He looked at me disbelievingly and I went on to explain, "You see, to take a bite out of that potato is the bset way known to kill the scent of whiskey on the breath." It is not widely known as a breath freshener, but as fate would have it I had run across this information only a month before. It happened that a friend of mine, Jake Penland, sports editor of the The State newspaper in Columbia, South Carolina, had told me about it. Jake had heard it from an old-timer on a bus trip from Atlanta when he was returning from a football game, and had passed this little gem on to me."

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I've heard that if you're going to stick a potato in your speedo at the beach to impress women, make sure you stick it in the front and not the back of the speedo.

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I've heard that if you're going to stick a potato in your speedo at the beach to impress women, make sure you stick it in the front and not the back of the speedo.

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I've heard that if you're going to stick a potato in your speedo at the beach to impress women, make sure you stick it in the front and not the back of the speedo.

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It's Friday night and somebody here needs to take one for the team and for science.  Anybody have access to a breathalizer?