None of the children could tell him.
"Oh, yes, you know!" he said, and to help them he tapped his jaw with one finger. "What is this?" he asked.
This jogged their memories, and the class cried in chorus: "The jawbone of an ass."
All work and no plagiarism makes a dull parson.
Bishop Doane of Albany was at one time rector of an Episcopal church in Hartford, and Mark Twain, who occasionally attended his services, played a joke upon him, one Sunday.
"Dr. Doane," he said at the end of the service, "I enjoyed your sermon this morning. I welcomed it like on old friend. I have, you know, a book at home containing every word of it."
"You have not," said Dr. Doane.
"I have so."