THE SUPREME TEST.
“Brudder Jackson,” said the colored preacher to a parishioner, “yo’ wife done tell me she got religion and wants to jine de church.”
“Yas, suh, dat’s so,” replied the husband.
“Well, brudder,” suggested the preacher, “Ise gwine to put her protestashuns to a test—de nex’ time it rains, Brudder Jackson, you let your dawg get good an’ wet and den let the dawg in yo’ parlor and den you tell me what yo’ wife says. Den I will know whether Sis’ Jackson should cum into de fold or not.”