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Show THE FIGURES TOO HIGH. It was a little out-of-the-way church the first Sunday in May, just after the "foot washing" had . been observed, which is a custom followed by that particular reliigous sect of people, that the preacher preach-er announced that the congregation would join in singing hymn Xo. 23. "My soul, bo on thy guard; ten thousand foes," etc. Jones, a red-faced, broad-shouldered giant, tried, to put on a lot of euergy and sing tenor, for this was a special occasion, and he seemed to be the whole church, since he was musical director, and the only choir they had, as well as janitor and deacon; in fact, he did everything but preach. Jones rose up and in stentorian tones began to sing in a pitch too high. When he got to the second line ("Ten thousand foes," etc.) it was necessary for his voice to rise beyond his capacity, and he broke-down. broke-down. The congregation began to titter, and a brother in the front row said: " 'Pears to me like you're o leetle bit too high." An old gentleman in his shirt sleeves, over in the amen corner, rose up with a judicial air and drawled out: "S'posc we just try five thousand." Judge's Library. |