Back in the time of World War II, some German prisoners of war were brought to Mason County, Kentucky and placed in a work camp. They were sort of at the disposal of the citizens. If you needed work done, you simply "checked out" a few prisoners and they worked for you for the day. You just provided them with food and water and they were at your disposal.
Well, Russell "Fatty" Galbreath was never too big a fan of working himself, so this sounded like a good plan to get his farming done. He went down and got a group of the German prisoners to work on his farm. All morning they worked hard, each one doing far more work than Fatty could do. He was very pleased. At dinner time he brought them up to his back yard and served them a big meal of fried chicken and potatoes. They hadn't had a meal that good in a long time and they were very appreciative. When they finished eating, they were ready to get back to the afternoon work, but Fatty needed a little time to relax and let his huge lunch digest, so they all lounged around under a shade tree for a while.
Fatty's normal work clothes consisted a a pair of bib overhauls, usually with no shirt, and the cheapest shoes he could find. This particular day he had a pair of really cheap leather shoes on. He didn't have any laces in them because he couldn't get in position to tie them anyhow. As he lay relaxing he noticed a fine pair of boots one of the Germans was wearing. The German saw him looking and hiked up his pant leg to show the well worn, but still good looking military issue hobnails they referred to as "jack boots". The soldier looked over at Fatty's shoes and with sort of a half grin he pointed to them and said "Jewey", then he pointed to his own boots and said "No Jewey". Even though he was just a simple Wehrmacht soldier, he knew the Truth.
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