A famous organist was giving a recital in an eastern church. The instrument was not supplied air electrically; it had to be pumped by hand. A young boy was engaged to do this for the occasion. Everything was going along fine until the lad put his head around the side of the organ and whispered, “We are doing pretty good, aren’t we?” “What do you mean by ‘we’?” objected the organist. A few minutes later, in the midst of a beautiful strain, the organ suddenly stopped giving out any music.
Desperately the organist tried all the stops. No use.
Then again he saw the head of the boy bob around the corner, a broad smile on his face. He said: “Now do you know who I mean by ‘we’?”
