During the frontier days, the driver of a covered wagon stopped his horses on the street of a young town, and called to a passing man, "Hey, any saloons in this place?"
    "Sure, we have four!" boastfully replied the man.
    "Giddap," the driver shouted, urging his horses on.
    "Stop," called the man.
    "I can't stop here," replied the stranger, "I've got four boys in this wagon."
    "Why?" again called the man, "What's your business?"
    "My business is to raise these boys for God, and I can't do that in a town with four saloons."  And he hurried his horse on, soon turning the bend of the road and passing out of sight.

Author Unknown