“The school is on fire!” shouted a passing motorist to the school teacher.
“I know it , said the teacher.
“Then why aren’t you doing something about it?” cried the motorist.
“Oh, I am !” replied the teacher. “Ever since it started, I’ve been praying for rain.”

The sunday school teacher asked softly: “Who led the children of Israel out of Egypt?”
No answer.
The teacher pointed to a little boy at the back of the room and asked him .
“It wasn’t me,” he said timidly. “I’m from Pittsburg.”