One of the many Gordon Shumway stories, contributed by George Hemingway:
Back in the days (1950's and early 1960's) when missionaries were Relief Society Presidents, the church often billeted the missionaries in school gyms on camp cots to save money. On one such camp-in in a gym some where in southern Sweden a future companion of mine awoke early to see Gordon up on a jogging track a story above the sleeping elders. Gordon had a mouth full of filmjölk and was forming his lips so a thin line of the jelly-like stuff was growing down toward the floor below. In the line of fire or bombing or what ever-you-call-it was a sleeping elder, mouth wide making a sound like a rusty safe being dragged across a battle ship deck. Every time the line of stuff was about to reached the sleeper, Gordon would inhale or suck up some and the slippery stuff would move uphill about six inches. My companion watched in fascination from his sleeping bag as the line of stuff grew longer and thinner.
To his knowledge, all were asleep except him and Shumway. The outcome of the story is unclear because he heard the mission and branch presidents walking down the hall to ward the gym to wake the elders and ducked into his sleeping bag not wanting to see the Mission President discover Shumway and the slime.
Story: George Hemingway
