The roof of the chapel was leaking and the priest asked
for volunteers to raise funds for its repair. Mike offered his services.
About a week later, the priest met Mike who
was straggling from side to side as a result of having imbibed too freely.
Mike was apologetic. "I'm collecting for the roof,
Father," he said. "Every one
of the neighbors I called on insisted on giving me a wee drop after paying his
subscription."
The priest was shocked. "Are there no teetotalers in the parish,
Mike?"
"Oh, yes, to be sure there are, Father," said
Mike. "And I've written to them."
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