ot That Kind of Beauty Pageant
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ome time ago Baron Von Lodge was the head of a small country near Switzerland known as Lilliland.
The festival department of Lilliland was petitioning to hold a beauty contest in the summer along the boardwalk of Castle Lake. There would be judges and prizes and the normal festivities of a warm summer day along the lake. On the surface it sounded fine. Beauty contests usually judge women for a pretty smile, attractiveness in a bathing suit, or an attractive hairstyle. But this contest would be different; it was to judge women with the prettiest knees. They would not wear bathing suits, but sailor suits that showed their knees.
The Baron frowned on the idea and asked Lady Angela about her thoughts, along with the comments of Professor Hamblin.
Professor Hamblin replied by saying please leave him out of this one. Lady Angela said that the royal family should not participate but if an honorable group wanted to hold a pageant, why not let them do so?
The Baron spoke with one of the festival organizers and asked him where this idea for the pageant came from? He said that most beauty pageant winners are thin women. Since thin women generally have bony knees, why not let women who are somewhat heavier have a chance? Their knees are not as bony and it might be nice to have a winner with some meat on her bones for a change.
The Baron was speechless, but gave the approval for a one-time event. It might be a lot of fun and could be enjoyable for everyone. Since hiking was very popular in Lilliland, the women might enjoy the contest.
The event was held as scheduled and everyone enjoyed the pageant. The woman who won was a popular hiker in the Alpine Mountains in and around Lilliland. The prize was a fancy pair of hiking boots and a complementary certificate for a new hiking wardrobe. Also included was a nice sum of money.
The Baron turned to Professor Hamblin and said, “What can you say about knees, anyway? She had nice knees is about it.”
Maybe next year the pageant will feature horseback riding, they hoped.
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