Two women were strangers to each other at a reception. After a few moments’ desultory talk the first said rather querulously:
“I don’t know what’s the matter with that tall, blond gentleman over there. He was so attentive a while ago, but he won’t look at me now.”
“Perhaps,” said the other, “he saw me come in. He’s my husband.”
A Place for Jeremiah
A certain prosy preacher recently gave an endless discourse on the prophets. First he dwelt at length on the minor prophets. At last he finished them, and the congregation gave a sigh of relief. He took a long breath and continued: “Now I shall proceed to the major prophets.”
After the major prophets had received more than ample attention the congregation gave another sigh of relief.
“Now that I have finished with the minor prophets and the major prophets, what about Jeremiah? Where is Jeremiah’s place?”
At this point a tall man arose in the back of the church. “Jeremiah can have my place,” he said; “I’m going home.”
The One Thing He Wanted
After waiting the usual five or ten minutes the new arrival was served with the first dinner course of soup. Hesitating a moment as he glanced at his plate, the guest said to the waiter: