General Sherman once stopped at a country home where a tin basin and roller-towel sufficed for the family’s ablutions.  For two mornings the small boy of the household watched in silence the visitor’s toilet.  When on the third day the tooth-brush, nail-file, whisk-broom, etc., had been duly used, he asked:  “Say, mister, air you always that much trouble to you’se’f?”

See also Baths and bathing.

CLERGY

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.”

Ting-a-ling-a-ling!

The Rev. George C. Abbitt took down the receiver and placed it to his ear.

“Is that the Dickel Liquor Company?” a woman asked.

Mr. Abbitt recognized the voice as that of one of his parishioners.

“No,” he replied in stern reproof; “it is your rector.”

Was there a dull thud?

No.

“Indeed,” said the lady, quick as a flash, “and pray what are you doing there?”

TEARFUL PARISHIONER (saying farewell to departing minister)—­“I don’t know what we will do when you are gone, Dr. Blank.”

MINISTER—­“Oh, the church will soon get a better man than I am.”

TEARFUL PARISHIONER—­“That’s what they all say, but they keep getting worse and worse.”

A clergyman was accustomed to use scientific terms which the people did not understand.  A deputation waited on him with the request that in the future, whenever he used such terms, he would explain them.

On the following Sunday he used the word “hyperbole,” and added: 

“As agreed on, I beg to explain this word.  Were I to say that at this moment the whole of my congregation are sound asleep, it would be hyperbole; but if I say that one-half are asleep, that is not hyperbole, but the truth.”

The next day the deputation again called to say that the minister need not explain technical terms; they’d learn their meaning from a dictionary.