Big Chief Forget-me Not




An Australian travel writer touring Canada was checking out of the 
Spokane Hilton, and as he paid his bill said to the manager, asked,
"By the way, what's with the Indian chief sitting in the lobby?
He's been there ever since I arrived."
              
"Oh that's 'Big Chief Forget-me Not'," said the manager. "The hotel
is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to
allow the chief free use of the premises for the rest of his life.
He is known as 'Big Chief Forget-me Not' because of his phenomenal
memory.  He is 92 and can remember the slightest detail of his life." 

The travel writer took this in, and as he was waiting for his cab 
decided to put the chief's memory to the test.
              
"'ello, mate!" said the Aussie, receiving only a slight nod in
return.  "What did you have for breakfast on your 21st birthday?"
              
"Eggs," was the chief's instant reply, without even looking up, and 
indeed the Aussie was impressed.
              
He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across to the east 
coast and back, telling others others of Big Chief Forget-me Not's
great memory.  (One local noted to him that 'How' was a more
appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than ''ello mate.')

On his return to the Spokane Hilton six months later was surprised to
see 'Big Chief Forget-me Not' still sitting in the lobby, fully
occupied with whittling away on a stick.

"How?" said the Aussie.
              
"Scrambled," said the Chief.