Some time ago a dinner was given in New York at which a well-known actor, who is something of a freethinker along theological lines, sat at the guest-table. When the hour for starting the feast arrived the toastmaster, a very religious man, discovered that no minister of the Gospel was present, tho several had been invited. In this emergency he turned to the actor and asked him to say grace.
The actor rose, bowed his head, and in the midst of a deep hush said fervently:
"There being no clergyman present, let us thank God!"
Horse-power Misrated
The new minister drove his two-horse rig up to the mountain ranch of one of his congregation. There had been some difference of opinion as to his qualifications. At the gate he was met by a small boy of the family, who was evidently cogitating a matter of deep perplexity.
"Be you our preacher?"
"I am."
The boy eyed first the preacher and then the horses, his brow puckered with growing perplexity.
"That's queer," he drawled. "I hern Dad tell the neighbors you was a one-hoss preacher."