Justifiable Joy

It is a custom among the Methodist preachers to open their annual conferences with the hymn: And are we yet alive To see each other's face? In a certain tówn where the conference was held the preachers were treated with extraordinary hospitality. Every housekeeper had the table groaning with fried chicken and yellow gravy. All the choice fowls were killed off to satisfy the white cravatted epicures. The day after adjournment the evening paper of the town had a picture showing two scrawny looking young roosters peeping at each other out from under the barn and then, crossing their necks, saying: And are we yet alive To see each other's face?