“In the days of the pioneer settlements, it was not uncommon to have a ward marshal whose assignment it was, under the direction of the bishop, to maintain orderly conduct among the teen-agers.

“On a Sunday evening after sacrament meeting, the ward marshal at the little settlement of Corinne came upon a buggy with some teen-agers. Since it was his responsibility to check on the young people, he stealthily crept near the buggy to see just what was going on. He managed to reach a rather insufficient tree very close to the buggy just as the moon came out. He had to stand more or less at attention to keep from being seen, but he could easily hear all that was transpiring in the buggy.

“Later, in reporting it to the bishop, he told of what had gone on. There had been some jokes told, much laughter, and the usual teen-age chatter. He said they sang several songs. The bishop interrupted his report with the question, ‘Well, was there anything out of order in that situation?’ His answer, ‘Yes! me behind that blamed tree.’”

– Boyd K. Packer, 1966