COMPILED  by London Swaminathan


Date: 27 June 2019

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Post No. 6607

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There had been a series of severe electrical storm s In Oorange, New Jersey and the vestrymen of a certain church in that town had discussed the advisability of placing lightning rods on the edifice. So they went on to call Thomas Edison, the inventor, to get his opinion.

“I think, Sir”, said their spokesperson, “the lightning rods are a mighty good thing on a building. What do you think?”
“What sort of building is this ?” Asked Edison impatiently.

“A church”.

“By all means put them on”, said the great inventor.
“You know Provident is absent minded sometimes”.


Harpo Marx is not a religious man. He has never entered a synagogue but once since his Bar Mitzvah. On this occasion he entered a synagogue in search of his bootlegger. He got his pocket picked.


Bar mitzvah is a Jewish coming of age ritual for boys. Bat mitzvah is a Jewish coming of age ritual for girls. The plural is b’nai mitzvah for boys, and b’not mitzvah for girls. 


President , I am not sure, but God will be there!

One day the telephone in the office of the Rector of  President

 Roosevelt ‘s Washington Church rang and an eager voice said,

“Tell me, do you expect the president to be in church this Sunday?”
That, the rector explained patiently,
“I can’t promise. However, God will be there and that will be incentive enough for a reasonably large attendance”.



In a small Scottish church, a sexton was painstakingly pursuing his duties, seeing that everyone had his place and was properly quiet during the sermon.

In a small Scottish church, a sexton was painstakingly pursuing his duties, seeing that everyone had his place and was properly quiet during the sermon.

Suddenly he spied an old Scots woman with an ear trumpet. Being unfamiliar with this device, he hurried over to her and in a low tone said,
One toot and you are oot. (OUT)

ear trumpet


  1. a trumpet-shaped device formerly used as a hearing aid.


In the later years of his ministry, the southern preacher Jerome D Engel, became slightly hard of hearing. A legend has it that at one service during the announcement period, Engel informed the congregation about new hymnal S which were being ordered and which were to be purchased individually by the congregation. When he had finished the announcement, the Deacon of the church rose to remind the audience that the following Sunday was the regular day for the baptism of infants.

Engel, not hearing clearly, and thinking that the deacon had made reference to the books, hastily added,

All you who haven’t any , can get as many as you want, by calling on me, at 75 cent a piece.



A woman engaged an Irish maid from the city to serve at her country estate. The girl was a devout catholic and suffered from the fact that the only church of any description within reach of her new place of employment was a Christian Science temple. Feeling the necessity to worship in somewise she at last attended service there . Upon her return her employer asked

“Well, Mary, how did you like the Christian Science services?”

“Faith, said Mary, it was mighty quare. I went in and sat down and after a time a man on one side of the church got up and told what Mary Baker Eddy had done for him. Then another man got up and told what Mary Baker eddy done for him. And next a woman in front of me got up and told what Mary Baker eddy done for her, and it went on until I couldn’t it stand it any longer and I got right up and told what Lydia E Pinkham had done for me”.

Lydia Pinkham



Lydia Estes Pinkham was the inventor and marketer of an herbal-alcoholic “women’s tonic” for menstrual and menopausal problems, which some dismissed as a quack remedy, but which is still on sale today in a modified form

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Max Muller about Tennyson: Habits die hard! (Post No 2745)


Compiled  by London swaminathan

Date: 21 April 2016


Post No. 2745


Time uploaded in London :– 14-52


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Cabbage Cigars of Thomas Alva Edison!!

Thomas Edison was telling Mr Cary story one day about the way his friends, when they came into his office, would help themselves to his pure Havana cigars. “They just take them by the handful”, he said.

“Why don’t you lock them up?”, said Mr.Cary.

“Never could remember to do it”, returned Edison. Then, Johnson, my secretary you know, did a clever trick. He had a friend in the cigar business and promised to get him to make me some entirely of cabbage leaves and brown paper.  I thought that was a fine scheme.  But the cigars didn’t come, so I asked him one day about it when I noticed my Havanas disappearing again.

“Why, I sent them to you”, he said. “I left them with your manager.”

“I called the manager in and asked him where those cigars were. “Why”, he said, “I put them in your valise when you went to California last month. I didn’t know what they were”.

“Do you know, Cary” continued Edison, “I smoked every one of those damned cigars myself!”



This story is told my Max Muller (1823-1900):

“Alfred Lord Tennyson’s pipe was almost indispensable to him, and I remember one time when I and several friends were staying at his house, the question of smoking turned up. Some of his friends taunted Tennyson that he could never give up tobacco.

‘Anybody can do that’, he said, ‘if he chooses to do it’.

When his friends till continued to doubt and to tease him, ‘well’, he said ‘I shall give up smoking from tonight’.


The very same evening I was told that he threw his tobacco and his pipes out of the window of his bed room. The next day he was most charming, though somewhat self-righteous.  The second day he became very moody and captious, the third day no one knew what to do with him. But after a disturbed night, I was told that he got out of his bed in the morning, and quietly went into the garden, picked up one of his broken pipes, stuffed it with the remains of the tobacco scattered about, and then having had a few puffs, came to breakfast all right again”.