According to Senator Gore, there was an accomplished hen with a brood of chickens—five roosters and five pullets. The chicks matured and went their various ways, while the mother hen busied herself with a new brood. In course of time Methodist ministers came into the vicinity of Chickenville to hold a conference, and, as might be suspected, the five young roosters, fat, yellow-legged and extremely tender, were feasted upon by various and sundry preachers. The young pullets, left behind, were met by the mother hen a few days later. My children, she asked, where are your brothers?
They have entered the ministry.
Bracing herself from the shock of disclosure, a look of resignation spread over Biddy’s countenance as she replied:
Well, my dears, perhaps it is all for the best. They would not have made very good lay members, anyway.
A Philadelphia clergyman, visiting an old schoolmate in Montana, was called upon to speak during revival services in a large camp of Swedish miners.
Looking straight at a powerful looking man who sat in front of him, the minister asked:
My friend, don’t you want to work for the Lord?
The Swede thought a few seconds and replied slowly: