According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed. The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated: Wash. Biol. Surv.
until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper:

"Dear Sirs:
While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you, it was horrible."

The bands are now marked Fish and Wildlife Service.

Rabbi and a Priest

A Rabbi and a Priest were sitting together on a train, and the Rabbi leans over and asks, "So how high can you advance in your organization?"

The Priest says "If I am lucky, I guess I could become a Bishop."

"Well, could you get any higher than that?" asks the Rabbi.

"I suppose that if my works are seen in a very good light that I might be made an Arch
Bishop" said the Priest a bit cautiously.

"Is there any way that you might go higher than that?"

"If all the Saints should smile, I guess I could be made a Cardinal", said the priest.

"Could you be anything higher than a Cardinal?" probed the Rabbi.

Hesitating a little bit, the Priest said "I suppose that I could be elected Pope, but..."

So the Rabbi says "And could you be anything higher than that?, is there any way to go up from being the Pope?"

"What!!! I should be the Messiah himself!?!"

The Rabbi leaned back and said "One of our boys made it."

Little Johnny

Here's an oldie that is making its rounds again.

Little Johnny was in school one day when the teacher brought
around cookies for snack time. "Here, Little Johnny, have a
cookie." "I don't f%*ing want one," declared Johnny.

The teacher was shocked. She called Little Johnny's mother and
scheduled her to come in for a meeting the next day. When Little
Johnny's mother arrived, the teacher had her hide behind the
curtain until snack time came around.

As she came to Little Johnny, she again told him, "Here Little Johnny. It's time for
your cookie." "I don't f%*ing want one," stated Little Johnny again.

The teacher pulled aside the curtain and said to his mother,
"See? Did you hear what he said?"

"So?" said his mother, "Don't f%*ing give him one!"