Peripetchikoff : "We have emergency meeting with Swiss Trade Delegation. They send us twenty car-loads of cheese. Totally unacceptable... full of holes."
My first High School memory back in the early 60s was some kid, a virtual stranger, coming up to me and asking to borrow a dime (it was just before lunch period and I didn’t want him to go without a slice of pie from the cafeteria) I said sure, handed him the dime, and he handed me a folded up piece of paper: I opened it and it said : Thanks! Your ten cents has helped buy a bullet for the Swiss Army to shoot holes in Swiss Cheese!-—this really pissed me off, the kid didn’t give it back, but ran off giggling.