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Show "And Again My Brethren." A certain small girl, wearily listening listen-ing to a long sermon by a renowned cleric who had an odd habit of drawing draw-ing in his breath with a curious whistle, whis-tle, whispered to her mother that she wanted to go home. The mother, expecting ex-pecting the discourse to end momentarily, momen-tarily, refused permission. The third time this happened the mother murmured mur-mured in the child's ear that the preacher would soon stop now. But the child, nervous and despairing, answered an-swered her in a high falsetto: "No, mother, he is not going to stop. I thought so now for three times, but he has gone and blowed himself up again!" |