Secret

My dad (he's 86!) is fond of telling about his friend Skoley when they were kids. My dad and his friends the Parkers (brothers, he still has lunch with one or possibly both of them) were fairly dirt-poor, but would hang out with Skoley, whose folks were loaded and he had all kinds of crazy toys and rich-kid stuff that was hot ca. 1930 (platinum spats, ivory jacks, etc).

So, Skoley (first name lost to time) was a mite big for his britches. In fact, he once put a sign up in his fancy-ass back yard that read

ANY SECRETS IN THIS YARD MUST BE TOLD TO ME

Tough!