A New York family bought a ranch out west where they intended to raise cattle. A friend came to visit one weekend and asked if the ranch had a name.

"Well," said the would-be cattleman, "to be honest we've had a few arguments over names. I wanted to call the ranch the Bar-J; my wife favored the Suzy-Q; one son liked the Flying-W; and my other son wanted the Lazy-Y. So we"re calling it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy-Y Ranch."

"But where are all your cattle?" asked the friend.

"So far, none have survived the branding."