Pigs and wedding bells The Picnic A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town’s annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter.

He is an 82 year-old man who went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.

Do you ever feel overworked, over-regulated, under-leisured, under benefited? Take heart. This notice was found in the ruins of a London office building.

My mom and dad were raised in the depression. My mom was one of ten children.

Overheard at a recent school reunion… He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years being high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past without fail.

I received the following from one of our readers and really enjoyed the article. It is a list of Paraprosdokians.

Profound proclamations concerning life When you stand in front of a classroom of children for 57 years as I so enjoyably did, you encounter all sorts of questions, mostly about your personal life and sometimes about whatever topic we might have been discussing in class. Many of the questions were very provocative, others nosy and some inspired me and others to think up some answers to use as ready replies.

One of the first things I learned in Bible School as a youngster in rural Hughes County was that a parable is an earthly story with a Heavenly meaning. And some 80 years later, I know of no time in our Nation’s proud history when all of us could use more Heavenly meanings.

I love this Japanese doctor. I wish he was close enough for me to be one of his patients.

It’s already August and it makes me think of Falls Creek. My old home church, First Baptist of Stonewall, always attended this massive religious camp. Except back then we were into numbers. Big numbers. There was just one big 10day encampment which finally had to be cut up into several time periods of one week each. Sanitary reasons? Perhaps. It was a very special time with the one encampment featuring (always) some big international type of star evangelist. A famous preacher from London was there the last time I camped there. His name was Taylor. His most famous sermon, “Payday, Someday.” I guessed at its message and its ending and was right on.