There was a man named John Mc Saemus who thought himself to be quite a tin whistler. One day over a pint at his favorite pub, he heard a tune that caught his fancy and he said he must make this tune his. But try as he might, with all his d-whistles galore, he could never get it quite correct. All the cross-fingering and all the half-holing was just slowing him down. He put down his trusty D-whistle and swore off the pint until he could get the tune just right. He then bought a full set of Generation whistles and two six packs of cola. After working on his thirst with the cola, he tried the new whistles. The ‘G’ whistle was too small to finger properly and the ‘F’ whistle was just too shrill. The ‘Eb’ and ‘Bb’ were, well, flat! He took a drink of cola and picked up C-Whistle. The tune came out perfectly. He then realized to the play the tune, he had to be a member of the Pepsi-Generation!
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