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joe was eager to learn; but Mommy thought she had to see about fixing a hamburger for a custo•sner. .. • .
Undaunted at being unanswcr. ed, Joe persisted with an easy one j for Mommy whose glowing description of Heaven had fired her eon’s imagination: “Well, how can I get up there? I’d like to aee Heaven.’
Mommy patiently explained that when Joe became an old man end died, God iwould send an angel to get him and take him to Heaven. As she smilingly faced her son after this definite termination of a conversation that was getting out of hand, she was met with one final cherubic request: “Tell Him to send two blue angels for me." _ _
This brings to mind the logic of another member of the County’s Small Fry set. This particular young hopeful was obviously impressed by his Sunday School teachings. From the beginning his interest in singing had been matched by his reluctance in parting with his nickels which, heretofore, had represented bubble! gum or popsicles. His teacher had been painstaking in her explanations that he was "giving to God” and had taught him a song stressing this. Afterwards his mother noticed his heightened interest in the Sunday School treasurer as he came to the Primary department to collect the money.
One morning Small Fry and mother arived at Sunday School simultaneously with the treasurer. The young cherub breathlessly piped, “Mommy, is that God?”
“Why, no,’’ his mother smiled at the unGod-lilse appearance of the treasurer as he stumbled over the curbing. “Why do you ask, dear?”
“ ’Cause he’s the one I give the money to,” was the unabashed reply.
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