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This is a humor piece about a church choir's absence disrupting Sunday services. A spinster contralto and the tenor's wife quarreled over the wife's hat, causing the entire choir to boycott. The minister announces the opening hymn, but when a well-meaning deacon volunteers to lead the singing, he repeatedly fails to maintain the tune—hitting only high notes, then dropping too low. The audience suppresses laughter until the minister, with "grave and solemn dignity," abandons the attempt, saying "It is greatly to be regretted. I will proceed at once to the sermon." The satire targets small-minded church drama: petty female rivalry disrupts communal worship, forcing the congregation to endure an incompetent substitute. The humor lies in the deacon's repeated failures and the absurdity of abandoning singing entirely rather than resolving the underlying conflict.

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+e -—__ A CHURCH SERVICE WITHOUT SINGING. OWEVER regrettable! it may be, the ordi- nary church choir is not noted for har- mony, except, as may apply to some cases, in their vocal efforts. Generally, too, the much-used French saying, ‘‘cherchez la femm will locate the trouble, or the beginning of it, at least. But then, where does a mixed organization exist in which a woman does not take a sweet delight in setting the broth boiling once in a while, just to see the water bubble? It’s a part of her irresistible nature—she just can’t help it. The spinster contralto had made some remarks about the hat of the tenor’s wife, and the petty ruction that it started in the choir-world on Monday had not been smoothed over at the close of the week, and Sunday found the choir loft empty. The minister was obvi- ously displeased, but without comment he arose and announced the opening hymn, which he at once began reading, commencing ‘‘I love to steal a while away,’ selected possibly with some ap- plication to the absent choir. Lacking the trained voices to lead the singing, one of the worthy deacons vol- unteered to throw himself into the breach, and he proceeded to lead. He struck the tune at such an angle that it| was evident he intended to hit only the high places, and when he had got so fa as ‘‘I love to steal’’"— he broke down. He pitched it a second time and again broke down at steal, because he was away too low. Nothing daunted, how- ever, he started in again and sang “I love to steal’’— and again he went down as before. The audience became so amused at this point that suppressed giggles threat- ened to break up the session, so the| minister arose and, with grave and sol- emn dignity, said, “It is greatly to be regretted. proceed at once to the sermon."” RM. 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It did, too, | and he is now well and strong aga |“ We like Postum as well as we ever liked the coffee and use it altogether in my family in place of coffee, and keep well.” ‘There's a Reason Read “The Road to Wellville,”” in pack- age Ever read the above I appears tro: genuine, true, jer? Anewone time. They are of human Interest. BARABRISM VS. BARBERISM. In far-off days of our ancestors Barbarism ruled mankind, it left its Footprints on the human mind. But in these times of many marvel: When thought dominates the race, Still barberism cuts its figure On the tender human ‘ace, 1. PRORSTEIN. She—Does the course of their love run smooth He—Oh, yt ; there ar; banks on both sides."—N. Y. sven‘ng Telegram. | Wherever you see this sign, it stands for civilization. It is the sign of one of the most powerful in- fluences for broadening human intellience. ‘The universal service of the Bell companies has provided it—has spread an even, highly developed civilization through the land. 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Just as individuals in your locality use the telephone for mutual conveni= ence, so towns and cities in different localities are served and advanced by the long distance telephone. Each contributes to, and benefits by, the broad universal service of the Bell. The busy man who wants to accomplish more than he is now doing can well afford to make use of the Bell Long Distance service. It is the most efficient office assistant im- aginable. Every Bell Telephone is a Long Distance station. The American Telephone and Telegraph Company And Associated Companies One Policy, One System, Universal Service THE SPICE OF LIFE. Ashley—Do you have much variety in your boarding-house?”” Seymour—Well, we have three different names for the meals.""—Exchange. RE) E NGE IS SWEET. Vegetarian—"*\f 1 get out of this I ‘Il eat beef the rest of my days."* Com g 7 pl ¢ 4 i “bs concn —London Punch. comicbooks.com