The little church in the suburbs suddenly
stopped buying from its
regular office supply dealer. So, the dealer
telephoned Deacon Brown to
ask why.
"I'll tell you why,"
shouted Deacon Brown. "Our church ordered some
pencils from you to be
used in the pews for visitors to register."
"Well, interrupted
the dealer, "didn't you receive them yet?"
"Oh, we received them
all right," replied Deacon Brown.
"However, you sent us some
golf pencils...each stamped with the words,
`Play Golf Next
Sunday.'"
