Minister To The Fallen

"Minister To The Fallen"*

*Discovering too late that a watermelon spiked with
vodka had accidentally been served to a luncheon
meeting of local ministers, the restaurant's owner
waited nervously for the clerics' reaction.

"Quick, man," he whispered to the waiter, "what did they say?"

"Nothing," replied the waiter.

"They were all too busy slipping the seeds into their pockets."

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"The Prayer Scare"*

*A man is struck by a bus on a busy New York City street. He
lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers
around. "A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps.
A policeman checks the crowd - no priest, no minister, no
man of G~d of any kind.

"A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again. Then out of the
crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age.

"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even
a Catholic. But for fifty years now I've lived behind St. Mary's
Catholic Church on Third Avenue, and every night I've listened
to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man."

The policeman agreed and brought the octogenarian over to
where the dying man lay. He kneels down, leans over the injured
and says in a solemn voice:

"B - 4. I - 19. N - 38. G - 54. O - 72."
Received on Sun Dec 19 11:22:54 2010