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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XL, Issue 7, 15 February 1908, Page 48

A certain worthy Bishop was fond of a quiet smoke, and he did not think that the. habit was out of keeping with his high office. The archdeacon of the diocese, however, thought d'Gerently, and did not hesitate to proclaim his opinion. On one occasion the Archdeacon was the guest of the bishop, and preached at the cathedral evening service. Having returned to the episcopal palace, he was gazing from the library window, when ho detected the Bishop walking in the, garden below., and smoking a cigar, as he thought, in safe privacy. “Ah, Bishop,” said the Archdeacon, as ho opened the window', “so I have caught you burning ineenso to the devil.” “Perhaps you have,” retorted te Bishop, “but. 1 didn’t know he was so near/’ , “Johnny, you must comb your hair before you come to school.” “I ain’t got no comb.” “Borrow your father’s.” “Pa ain’t got no comb, neither.” “Doesn’t he comb his hair?’ “He ain’t got no hair.”