The story goes about a young man living back in the 1940s in DeKalb County. He never had any significant amount of folding money in his life. This was when farm labor would pay two dollars a day. And jobs were hard to find.

I’m talking about hard work from sunup to sundown. Yes, for two dollars a day. A person didn’t have time to think about payday and sundown; just keep your eyes on what was ahead.

I’m sure that those working in the fields found a way to get a laugh or two; maybe a prank pulled on one of the other workers. Or, a somewhat clean joke would be told from time to time.

Anyway, when he got paid, the young man shook his head and thought. I don’t have a place to keep my two dollars. What can I do?

He noticed that one of the other workers carefully place his money in a nice leather billfold.

That’s the answer. I need to get me billfold. I guess even back then it was "keeping up with the Jones." He thought, I’ll have something to put my money in.

Later that evening, he stopped by the general store in the country and asked about getting a billfold. Like the one he had seen before.

It was his happy day. The store owner had just gotten in a few the days before. Wow, this is really my happy day. I’ll take the brown one. How much does it cost?

Did you say two dollars? I’m in luck. Here is two dollars. I’ll take it.

Then it occurred to him. He had a billfold but there was nothing to put in it.