Eleven-year-old Johnny went off to summer camp. His parents were somewhat worried when a week went by without a letter from him. During the second week they put in a long-distance, person-to-person call and held the phone for several minutes while he was being hunted.
Finally they heard his voice, but he had no time for chatter. “Hurry up,” he pleaded. “I’m on third base!”
Reader’s Digest, August, 1983, page 118