Old Rev. Johnson was begging his board of directors to buy a new chandelier for the church.

Pleading for more than an hour, he sat down sullen and hopeless in his ambition to acquire a chandelier.

Then the elder president of the board stood up. "What're we wasting time talkin' for?" he said rhetorically.

"Foist of all, a chandelier, .. we ain't got nobody who could even spell it.

Second, we ain't got nobody who could even play it.

And third, what we need most in the church is more light!"