---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 8
number: 2
published: 1904-12
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Wit and Humor in the Mission Field," *Improvement Era* 8, no. 2 (December 1904): 133–136.'
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  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0802unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera0802unse
start_page: 133
end_page: 136
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  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1904-12)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0802unse
  publication_year: 1904
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1904, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Wit and Humor in the Mission Field

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WIT AND HUMOR IN THE MISSIONFIELD.

No Lack of Funds.
       The Life of John     Taylor, by B. H. Roberts, records the following dialogue between President Taylor and Elder Parley P.
Pratt.   The former was at New York, on his way to England, and
was staying at the latter's home, who was then presiding over the
New York mission. Brother Pratt had heard the rumor that
Elder Taylor had plenty of money.     So he came to him one day
privately, when this conversation occurred:
     Elder Pratt
                     —
                    "Brother Taylor, I hear you have plenty of
money?"
     Elder Taylor— "Yes, Brother Pratt, that's true."
       Elder Pratt
                     — "Well, am about to publish my Voice
                              I                                    of Warning and Millennial Poems.         I   am very much in need of money, and
if   you could furnish me two or three hundred dollars, I should be
very much obliged."
      Elder Taylor
                  — "Well, Brother Parley, you are welcome to
anything   have,
           I              be of service to you."
                     if it will

     Elder Pratt
                 — "I never saw any time when means would be
more acceptable."
    Elder Taylor
                 — "Then you are welcome to      have."
                                                      all I

      And putting his hand into his pocket, Elder Taylor gave him
a copper cent, all he had.        A laugh followed.
       "But," interjected Parley, "I thought you gave         it   out that
you had plenty of money?"
    "So I have," was the reply.   "I am well clothed, you furnish
me plenty to eat and drink; and good lodgings; with all these
things and a penny over; as I owe nothing, is not that enough?"

Preaching Under Difficulties.

      We were two in number, new in the field, and had never held
an out-door meeting.       But we felt keenly our delinquency in this
last respect; for English weather and conditions generally are so

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134                        IMPROVEMENT ERA.

favorable to this kind            of preaching that no missionary to that
land ever escapes this test of his strength.         Hence, we determined to
hold an open-air meeting, let the consequences be what they might.
       Having chosen a spot, in a village distant by several miles
from where we were known, we took opposite sides of the street,
and invited the people to our meeting. But there must have been
something about          us,   or about the way we did the inviting, that
awakened suspicion concerning us without arousing curiosity; for
none came, though we had borrowed a chair, and stood there with
open books ready to sing and preach.
       "I   can't    do this!"    I   said to   my companion.   "Who'll   we
preach to?"
       "Oh, the audience '11 come," he answered.
       But I could not see the point.    So, gathering my courage,         I

went up to a group of boys a few rods away, who, in default of
anything more exciting, were intently watching our maneuvers,
and asked them if they would mind coming down to where my
companion stood and form a nucleus for a crowd. They looked at
each other, re- inspected -me from head to foot, but gave me no
answer.    Would they only come for a little while? they might
leave as soon as anyone else came.  The leader finally said, "Come
on," and went towards the place of meeting, followed by the rest,
I   bringing up the rear.
       We sang, much to the delectation of the boys; I prayed; and
my companion preached a short sermon, standing bravely on the
chair.      While this last was going on, I was standing behind him
perspiring and trembling energetically in anticipation of the part
I was shortly to take.           Meantime, some of my boys had taken me
at my word, and left the meeting in disgust at the abstractions
dealt out to them.        Others, however, had stayed, and a number of
new-comers, principally children/_had made an appearance.
      When my turn came, I felt totally inadequate to the task of
standing on the chair, as my companion had done, and so was content to rest        my hands on the back of it, for purposes of selfsupport.     had been speaking only a few minutes, when the
               I

"crowd" manifested no small degree of restlessness, turning their
eyes in another direction.            Looking in the same direction myself,
I   saw two women emerging from a house not far away, with a

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WIT AND HUMOR IN THE MISSIONFIELD.                                135

drunken man struggling between them.                    This was too much for
my audience, and they left me on the run.               They were soon around
the pugilistic trio; looked on while the women threw the man into
the gutter, and brought him into proper state of mind; and, when
it   was all over, took up their stand again            in front       of our chair,
and listened attentively till the meeting was over.                    We had held,
our first meeting on the street.

For the Knowing Ones.

       It   occurred while I was on a business trip to an eastern city.
I had always gone to the conference house to stay, in order to par-

take of the spirit of the missionary; and this time was no exception.  The house was one of those "convenient" places which, in
the city, are called "flats." It was dark when I reached it, after

my day's work.
       I rang the     bell,       but there was no response.       I    rang again,
with the same result.                Several times I repeated this, but with no
answer.          It could not be, I     thought, that no one is at home.         Yet
such must be the case.
       Getting tired of this fruitless ringing, I determined to ring the
upper floor.
    "Who's there?" came from a window above me.
    "I want the "Mormon" elders on the second floor," I answered.
       "Then ring for them!             They're home all right."
       So   I   betook   me again to the bell, with the assurance that
someone was certainly in the room. But no response.
    I rang the bell for the first floor.

       "Who's there?"
       "I want the "Mormon" elders on the next floor," I said.
       "Well, ring for them, and don't be disturbing others with
your ringing."
     "But I have rung several times."
     "Then ring again; they're home, I know, because they're making a deuce of a racket up there."
     And so I rang once more, but unsuccessfully.                      I   called the

first floor     again, and induced the person to let           me in, so that I
could go up there.     went up, and opened the door.
                              I

                                           —
      They were in, sure enough two of them, at least.                        Every-.

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136                        IMPROVEMENT ERA.

thing was in disorder.    The men had their coats off; one was
looking under the bed, the other was standing on a chair trying to
look on top of a large book-case.    Hearing the door open, they
looked up at me in the greatest consternation.
       "What's the matter?" I inquired.
       "There's a bell here somewhere that keeps ringing         all   the
time," one replied, "and we're trying to find it."
       Of course, I revealed the mystery at once.       They had been
there only that day, and had never been disturbed before in this
unnatural manner.

Hard to Understand.
       A missionary in Germany writes that it is not always best to
begin speaking publicly the new language, too soon after arrival.
He cites an instance of an elder who, having been only a short
time in the field, undertook to pray in a gathering of Saints. He
did the best he could in the foreign language, but how he succeeded is best understood from the remarks of a good sister who
came to him after meeting and seriously said:
       "Dear Brother, next time do you pray     in   English; the good
Lord will better understand."
Not in the Bible.
       It is a common notion "in the    world" that "Mormonism" and
polygamy are synonymous terms.         Very often, therefore, witicisms
directed against the elders receive their point from this source,
which the following will illustrate:
    An energetic young elder, who is still alive and will probably
read   this,   was, years ago, doing missionary work in Ireland.       On
this particular occasion, he was preaching to a good-sized audience
on the first principles of the gospel.    As is the general custom of
the elders in the missionfield, he was endeavoring to show his audience that no two of the contending sects of Christendom can be
the true Church, and he had quoted several verses from the Bible
in support of this statement.     One passage the last to be given on
the topic   — was especially pointed; so he repeated
                                                 it with an energy

and emphasis that anyone who has heard him give this favorite verse

           — "And one wife,bewas
can easily understand.
baptism"
                            It   from Paul: "One Lord, one
                              jabus," blurted out one of the
                                                               faith, one
                                                               listeners.
