Ar the end of a sermon in a Scottish church an ardent prohibitionist was permitted by the entirely anti-prohibitionist parson to say a few words on his pet subject.
"Brethren," he said, "if I had all the whisky, brandy and champagne in the world I would fling the whole of it into the Tweed." He sat down, and in the pause that followed the parson rose:
"We shall conclude," he said, "by singing Hymn 157: Shall we gather at the river?"
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