The school dance was underway, but little Amy, afflicted with warts all over her face, was left sitting alone along the wall, with no dance partner. Across the room was young Alex, whose wooden eye had netted him several refusals from the young ladies he had asked to dance. Looking over at Amy, who appeared as forlorn as himself, Alex summoned the courage to try once again to find a girl to dance with him.
Timid and self-conscious because of his wooden eye, he approached Amy. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.
Amy, with her facial warts, was thrilled to be asked. "Would I! Would I!" she cried.
Stunned, Alex blurted out, "Wart Face! Wart Face!"