From the Irish Christian Advocate, 6 February 1931.
Rumour has it that a lady on entering one of our principal city churches was greeted at the door by a steward, who, seeing that she was a stranger, prepared to lead her to a pew. Apologetically he said to her, “I am sorry we have only a local preacher in the pulpit today.” “Yes,” replied she, “I know, he is my husband.”
