Stop and Get Me a Wolf's Head !

On the same trip to Salt Lake City, when we crossed the state line into Colorado, I began to see signs that read, or at least I thought the signs read: "Ask for a wolf's head." I kept seeing them pretty often and I began to think how cool it would be to have a wolfs head. Any cowboy worth his salt would like to have a wolf's head hanging somewhere in his room and I would like to have one too. Sometimes there would be 6 or 8 signs in a row, closely spaced, so my anticipation rose that I could get me a wolf's head.

After hours, or what seemed like hours to me, I finally asked my dad if we could stop and get a wolf's head at the next place where they had them. He asked me what was I talking about. He had never heard of such a thing and didn't know where I had come up with such a hair-brained idea. It wasn't too long until I saw another sign and told him to look, see, the sign says: "Ask for a wolf's head."

He saw the sign and laughed. He told me it said: "Ask for Wolf's Head Oil." I found out that a certain kind of gasoline station was advertising their oil lable brand: WOLF'S HEAD OIL.

I remember how disappointed I was that it was only a brand of oil and not a real wolf's head !!!