The congregation liked their new clergyman, but were somewhat
puzzled by his speaking style.

His first sermon ran only eight
minutes.

The second Sunday he spoke for 45 minutes.

The third
week he rattled on for an hour-and-a-half.

That was enough for
the Board to summon him for a little chat.

To their relief, Wilkerson had a ready explanation. "The
Saturday before the first sermon, I had my teeth pulled and my
mouth was still terribly sore. But, by the time a week had gone
by, I'd gotten used to my new dentures."

Here the minister
paused, and blushed deeply.

"And as for last Sunday ... well,
I'm afraid that I picked up my wife's set of teeth by mistake!"