Misunderstood.

A Swede was touring America in a motor car. One day it broke down as he drove along a country road, and he found his tool box had been left behind, and he was badly in need of a monkey wrench to tighten some bolts. He saw a cabin down the road. In the yard was a stout coloured woman labouring over a steaming wash tub, and the yard was literally filled with laughing, tumbling, playing negro youngsters of all sizes and sexes. The Swede said to the coloured woman:

“Missus, Ay vant to know have you got har a monkey wranch?”

The coloured woman straightened up from her work, indignation showing plainly on her face.

“Go on along, white man,” she said, truculently, “You know mouty well dis ain't no monkey ranch. Dem is all mah own chilluns, dey is.”

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