The giving-out of church notices has often proved a pitfall for the
unwary. "During Lent," said a rector lately, "several preachers will
preach on Wednesday evenings, but I need not give their names, as
they will be all found hanging up in the porch."



_They Come High--But_

A stranger in New York asked a newsboy to direct him to a certain
bank, promising him half a dollar for it. The boy took him about
three doors away and there was the bank. Paying the fee, the man
said, "That was half a dollar easily earned, son."

"Sure," said the boy, "but youse mustn't fergit that bank directors
is paid high in Noo Yawk."



_At Any Cost_

A darky preacher was lost in the happy selection of his text, which
he repeated in vigorous accents of pleading.

"Oh, bredern, at de las' day dere's gwine to be sheep and dere's
gwine to be goats. Who's gwine to be de sheep, an' who's gwine to be
de goats? Let's all try to be like de li'l white lambs, bredern.
Shall we be de goats, sisters? Naw, we's gwine to be de sheep.
Who's gwine to be de sheep, bredern, an' who's gwine to be de goats?