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From: rh@mit-eddie.UUCP (Randy Haskins)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: JPJ's last voyage
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Date: Mon, 15-Aug-83 12:15:06 EDT
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Posted: Mon Aug 15 12:15:06 1983
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This is the story of the last voyage of the great and brave John
Paul Jones:
Our hero was sailing his ship of the coast of Africa, chatting with
his new first mate.  From the crow's nest came the cry, "Spanish
armada, 5 leagues starboard."  Jones told the first mate to sound
the alarm and then to bring him his red shirt.  "Why do you want a
red shirt?" asked the first mate.  Jones replied, "So when I am
injured, the enemy won't be able to tell.  Let them be discouraged."
So, the first mate got him his shirt, and they fought and defeated
the armada handily.  Jones, bandaging his minor wounds, came up
to his first mate.  "See, I was hit here, but no one could tell.
It's important not to let the enemy see what he has done to you."

A little later that day, the lookout had fallen asleep.  He awoke
suddenly to the sound of cannon.  "We're surrounded by 25 armadas!"
he yelled.  "Oh, NO!" said Jones.  To the first mate, he said,
"Quick, bring me my brown pants!"
-- 
Randwulf
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