There was an old local preacher in New Brunswick one time whose name was Samuel Clask. He used to preach and pray and visit the sick just like a regular minister. One day he was visiting a neighbour who was dying and he prayed the Lord to have mercy on him because he was very poor and had worked so hard all his life that he hadn’t much time to attend to religion.
“And if you don’t believe me, O Lord,” Mr. Clask finished up with, “just take a look at his hands.”
FELIX KING.
GENERAL INFORMATION BUREAU
DAN:—Do porpoises grow on trees or vines?
Ans. Neither. They inhabit the deep sea.
FELIX KING.
(DAN, AGGRIEVED:—“Well, I’d never heard of porpoises and it sounded like something that grew. But you needn’t have gone and put it in the paper.”
FELIX:—“It isn’t any worse than the things you put in about me that I never asked at all.”
CECILY, SOOTHINGLY:—“Oh, well, boys, it’s all in fun, and I think Our Magazine is perfectly elegant.”