After the major prophets had received more than ample attention the
congregation gave another sigh of relief.

"Now that I have finished with the minor prophets and the major
prophets, what about Jeremiah? Where is Jeremiah's place?"

At this point a tall man arose in the back of the church. "Jeremiah
can have my place," he said; "I'm going home."



_The One Thing He Wanted_

After waiting the usual five or ten minutes the new arrival was
served with the first dinner course of soup. Hesitating a moment as
he glanced at his plate, the guest said to the waiter:

"I can't eat this soup."

"I'll bring you another kind, sir," said the waiter as he took it
away.

"Neither can I eat this soup!" said the guest a trifle more
emphatically, when the second plate was served.

The waiter, angrily but silently, for the third time brought a plate
of soup.

"I simply can't eat this soup!" once more said the guest, in a low,
emphatic tone.