The Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot’s wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt.
Little Jimmy interrupted. “My mommy looked back once while she was driving,” he announced triumphantly, “and she turned into a telephone pole!”
While driving through South Carolina, I kept having to slow down for road repair crews. To keep the workers safe, the highway department posted a series of signs that read, “Let ’em work. Let ’em live.”
On one of the signs, an exasperated motorist had added, “Let ’em finish!”
An influential Londoner wound up a business trip to the Orient with a visit to Taipei. At a luncheon, he was asked to say a few words. Since he spoke not a word of Chinese, his address was to be translated by an interpreter, sentence by sentence.
“I want you to know,” he began, “I’m tickled to death to be asked here today.”
A look of panicked confusion appeared on the interpreter’s face. “This poor man,” he said in Chinese, “Scratches himself until he dies, only to be with you today.”