The man from England was concerned as he rode through downtown Jefferson City in a convertable. He couldn’t get his cigar lighted in the wind and feared people would be disappointed if he didn’t have his well-known trademark in evidence. In Fulton, where he had sugar-cured ham for dinner, he told the hostess that the “pig had reached its highest evolution in this ham.” After lunch he went upstairs and took a nap. For many years after, a sign would hang over the bed reading, “Winnie slept here.” Winnie, of course, was Winston Churchill.
