Tony Trout
04-25-2007, 08:49 AM
A big, burly man visited his pastor's home and asked
to see the minister's wife, a woman well known for
her charitable impulses.
"Madam," he said in a broken voice, "I wish to draw
your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family
in this district. The father of the family is dead, the
mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are
starving. They are about to be turned into the cold,
empty streets unless someone pays their rent,
which amounts to $400."
"How terrible!" exclaimed the preacher's wife.
"May I ask who you are?"
They sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief
to his eyes.
"I'm the landlord!"
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
to see the minister's wife, a woman well known for
her charitable impulses.
"Madam," he said in a broken voice, "I wish to draw
your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family
in this district. The father of the family is dead, the
mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are
starving. They are about to be turned into the cold,
empty streets unless someone pays their rent,
which amounts to $400."
"How terrible!" exclaimed the preacher's wife.
"May I ask who you are?"
They sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief
to his eyes.
"I'm the landlord!"
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: