A stranger rides into a Wild West town and finds it deserted.
All except the saloon, so when he's hitched his hoss to the rail he goes in, orders a beer, and says to the barkeep "Say, where is everyone?"
"They've all gone to hang the Brown Paper Kid," says the barkeep.
" 'Brown Paper Kid' ain't no kinda name for a man," says the newcomer. "What do they call him that for?"
"Well," says the barkeep, "it's on account of he wears brown paper trousers, a brown paper jacket, brown paper boots and …