The little church in the suburbs suddenly stopped buying from its office supply dealer of twetny years. So, the dealer telephoned Deacon Brown to ask why.
“I’ll tell you why,” said 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 on time?”
“Oh, we received them all right,” replied Deacon Brown. “However, you sent us pencils intended for the golf course… each stamped with the words ‘Play Golf Next Sunday.’”