Dear Captain:
Thursday will be my daughter Susan's debutante ball. I would like you to send four well-mannered, handsome, unmarried officers. They should arrive at 8 p.m. sharp, prepared for an evening of polite Southern conversation and dancing with lovely young ladies.
PS: No Jews.
Sure enough, at 8 p.m. on Thursday, the lady followed her butler to answer a rap at the door which was opened by the butler. She found in dress uniform, four handsome, exquisitely mannered and smiling African American naval officers.
Her lower jaw hit the floor, but pulling herself together she stammered, "There must be some mistake."
"Madam," said the first officer, "Captain Cohen doesn't make mistakes.”