Mama, said little Elsie, do men ever go to heaven?
Why of course, my dear. What makes you ask?
Because I never see any pictures of angels with whiskers.
Well, said the mother, thoughtfully, some men do go to heaven, but they get there by a close shave.
The Bishop, addressing the little folks at the children’s service, became impressive. Only think, children, he said, in Africa, there are 10,000,000 square miles of territory without a single Sunday school where little girls and boys can spend their Sunday afternoons. Now, what should we all try to save up our money for?
The children (unanimously)—To go to Africa.
At a sewing circle all the women were talking, and some of the subjects got hopelessly confused. For instance, the subject of crickets and church choirs. I never heard such a horrid noise as they made last Sunday, said one woman, referring to the choir. Nor I, said another, thinking she referred to the fall crickets. They say they make that noise with their hind legs.