The clergyman of a large church, having just arrived in Fort Smith, was being shaved by a local barber that was addicted to occasional drinking sprees. There was an unmistakable odor of whisky around the barber’s face and the razor suddenly nicked the man’s face. “You see, that comes from taking too much drink,” said the clergyman.” You’re right,” said the barber. “Drinking does make the skin tender, that’s a fact.”

A man was visiting his alma mater. He paused to admire the newly constructed Shakespeare Hall. “It’s marvelous to see a building named for William Shakespeare,” he commented to the tour guide. “Actually,” said the guide, “it’s named for Stephen Shakespeare. No relation.” “Oh, was Stephen Shakespeare a writer, also?” the visitor asked. “Well, yes,” said his guide. “He wrote the check.