“What kind of flower is that in your buttonhole?” a fellow asked his friend.
“Why, thats a chrysanthemum,” answered the friend.
“It looks like a rose to me.”
“No, youre wrong. Its a chrysanthemum,” insisted the friend.
“Spell it,” the fellow said.
“K-r-i-s-, no its K-h-r-y-, no it must be C-r-i-s- .By golly, youre right. It is a rose.”