In one of the Atlanta Sunday-schools recently the lesson for the day had to do with Mammon and the corrupting influences of great riches.
Toward the close of the exercises the superintendent called upon the infant class to repeat the Golden Text, which had special reference to man’s inability to serve his Creator and the money-god at one and the same time. The class failed to respond as it should, when the superintendent, noticing his own young hopeful in the ranks, who had that very morning been drilled thoroughly on the text, called on him. The response was immediate, though a slight departure from the original, for in a voice that was distinctly heard in all parts of the room there came the following modification:
“Ye can not serve God and mama!”
“Any complaints, corporal?” said the colonel, making one morning a personal inspection.
“Yes, sir. Taste that, sir,” said the corporal promptly.
The colonel put the liquid to his lips. “Why,” he said, “that’s the best soup I ever tasted!”
“Yes, sir,” said the corporal, “and the cook wants to call it coffee.”