Just before he died, he called for his brother, Luke. The Moody Bible, up there at Chicago, had sent down a—a little quartet to sing for him. And Paul always had a sense of humor. I guess you knew Paul, how…
And Luke was worse than he was. Luke was such a great big cutup, you could never tell when he was sincere. He used to go into the restaurant, and they had… when they had this… What is it, Gene, you call this stuff that you had, kind of long? You know, wrap around, wrap around, they got it in little blocks now. Some kind—some kind… No it's a—it's a breakfast cereal, Shredded Wheat. They used to have them little long things like that and he called them doll mattresses. He told the lady, “Bring me some doll mattresses.” He was an awful eater. And he said to the lady one morning…
Said, “What'll you have?” A little southern girl.
He said, “Well, I'll take a half a dozen of eggs and a pound of ham and about ten biscuits.”
She patted her little foot, she said, “Now when you make up your mind to tell me what you want…”
He said, “That's what I want,” and he was a big eater.
“That,” Brother Bosworth said, “that's what he wants.”
He said, “What's the matter? Aren't you used to feeding men down here in the south?”
She said, “Yes, sir, but not filling silos.” He had quite a sense of humor.
Brother Branham, 61-0212M