It was Sunday morning, and the village parson had only just discovered that ho had not prepared his sermon. “ Never mind,” said his companion, a prison chaplain, “Til lend you one of mine.” The defaulting parson .readily accepted the offer, and took it with him to the pulpit without , examination. Everything went smoothly until ho addressed his bewildered congregation in the following words: — 1 have seen some of you hero before, once, twice, perhaps three times, but I hope i shall never sec any of you hoio again. Mrs Cayenne: “That now hat makes your face look short.” Mrs lashionetto: “That’s strange. It made my husband’s face look long.
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Evening Star, Issue 20633, 5 November 1930, Page 7
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