|An Australian travel writer touring Canada was checking out
of the Vancouver Hilton, and as he paid his bill said to the
manager, “By the way, what’s with the Indian chief sitting in
the lobby? He’s been there ever since I arrived.”
“Oh that’s ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’,” said the manager.
“The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the
agreement is to allow the chief free use of the premises for
the rest of his life. He is known as ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’
because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember
the slightest details of his life.”
The travel writer took this in, and as he was waiting for
his cab decided to put the chief’s memory to the test.
“G’dye, myte!” said the Aussie, receiving only a slight
nod in return. “What did you have for breakfast on your
“Eggs,” was the chief’s instant reply, without even looking
up, and indeed the Aussie was impressed.
He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across
to the east coast and back, telling others of Big Chief
Forget-Me-Not’s great memory. (One local noted to him that
‘How’ was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than
On his return to the Vancouver Hilton six months later, he
was surprised to see ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’ still sitting
in the lobby, fully occupied with whittling away on a stick.
“How,” said the Aussie.
“Scrambled,” said the Chief.