Suffering from a bad case of the flu, a man phoned his doctor for to get an appointment.
When he was told the scheduled date of the appointment, he became outraged and bellowed, “Three weeks? The doctor can’t see me for three weeks? I could well be dead by then!”
Calmly, the receptionist replied, “If so, would you have your wife call to cancel the appointment?”
A Sunday school teacher asked her class, “What was Jesus’ Mother’s name?”
One child answered, “Mary.”
The teacher then asked, “Who knows what Jesus’ Father’s name was?”
Another child said, “The Verge.”
Confused, the teacher asked, “Where did you get that?”
The little one said, “Well, you know they are always talking about The Verge ‘n’ Mary.”
The first line of the notice said, “Please Take Notice,” so I took it.
Tired from waiting for their overdue baby, my daughter and her husband broke the monotony one night with a trip to the movies. My daughter went inside to get seats while my son-in-law bought popcorn and drinks in the lobby.
Paying for the refreshments, my son-in-law knocked over his soda. The clerk mopped up the mess and refilled his cup. Rattled, he then joined his wife. Talking over the background music, he dramatically described his embarrassing episode. One of his expressive gestures upset the bucket of popcorn. He sheepishly headed back to the lobby.
When he was out of earshot, the woman sitting next to my daughter turned and said, “You’re not going to let him hold the baby, are you?”
Little Benjamin came running into the kitchen where is mother was working.
“Mom, can I please change my name right now?” he asked.
“But why would you want to do that?” replied his mom.
“Because Dad said he’s going to spank me as sure as my name’s Benjamin!”
The Irish Pope
What’s in a name… There once were two Catholic boys, Timothy Murphy and Antonio Secola, whose lives parallel each other in amazing ways. In the same year, Timothy was born in Ireland and Antonio was born in Italy.
Faithfully they attended parochial School from kindergarten through their senior year in high school. They took their vows to enter the priesthood early in college, and upon graduation, became priests.
Their careers had come to amaze the world, but it was generally acknowledged that Antonio Secola was just a wee cut above Timothy Murphy in all respects.
Their rise through the ranks of Bishop, Archbishop and finally Cardinal was swift to say the least, and the Catholic world knew that when the present Pope died, it would be one of the two who would become the next Pope.
In time the Pope did die, and the College of Cardinals went to work. In less time than anyone had expected, white smoke rose from the chimney and the world waited to see whom they had chosen.
The world, Catholic, Protestant and secular, was surprised to learn that Timothy Murphy had been elected Pope!
Antonio Secola was beyond surprise. He was devastated, because even with all of Timothy’s gifts, Antonio knew he was just a bit better qualified.
With gall that shocked the Cardinals, Antonio Secola asked for a private session with them in which he candidly asked, “Why Timothy?” After a long silence, an old Cardinal took pity on the bewildered man and rose to reply.
“We knew you were the better of the two, but we just could not bear the thought of the leader of the Roman Catholic Church being called POPE SECOLA.
Three mothers were sitting around comparing notes on their exemplary offspring.
“There never was a daughter more devoted than my Alice,” said Mrs. Davis with a sniff. “Every summer she takes me to the Catskills for a week, and every winter we spend a week at Delray Beach.”
“That’s nothing compared to what my Anna does for me,” declared Mrs. Jones proudly. “Every winter she treats me to two weeks in Miami, and in the summer two weeks in the Hamptons, in my own private guest house.”
Mrs. Smith sat back with a proud smile. “Nobody loves her mother like my Jackie does. Nobody.”
“So what does she do?” asked the two women, turning to her.
“Three times a week she gets into a cab, goes to the best psychiatrist in the city, and pays him a hundred and fifty dollars an hour just to talk about me!”