I think of that… One time here a few years ago, down in Jeffersonville, the Pfau Oil Company caught afire. And we got a bunch of little fire engines down there, and they come around looking like a kid with a hose out in the yard. The fire chief was running around there, you know, saying, “Uh, sprinkle a little bit up [Blank spot on tape.] here;” chewing on that cigar like a dehorned Texas steer. Going here, “Sprinkle a little bit over here.” All the fireman run around pull the hose, “Yes, sir, your Honor, sir, Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!” fire burning right on, burning right on down.

After while they called Louisville. Across the bridge came the big fire engine. No more than they stopped, they had a folding ladder. Who was standing… Before the ladder started, the chief was on the front. When the ladder went up, the chief was at the top. When he got to the window, he didn’t stand there, “Spurt a little water here, spurt a little water there.” What did he do? He took the axe and throwed it through the window and said, “Come on, boys.”…?… That’s what our Chief done. Hallelujah. Led the way to death, hell, and the grave, and said, “Come on, boys.” Not some kind of a creed. Oh, come on; He leads the way. Hallelujah. A few minutes the fire was out.