Army Law: An order that can be misunderstood will be misunderstood.
P. Dickson, The Official Rules, p. 5.
Famous Trial Lawyer Clarence Darrow: "I have suffered from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a lot more if I had been
C. Swindoll, Three Steps, pp. 25ff.
The following series of advertisements reportedly appeared in a daily newspaper:
Monday: "The Rev. A.J. Jones has one color TV set for sale. Telephone 626-1313 after 7 p.m. and ask for Mrs. Donnelley
who lives with him, cheap."
Tuesday: "We regret any embarrassment caused to Rev. Jones by a typographical error in yesterday's paper. The ad
should have read: 'The Rev. A.J. Jones has one color TV set for sale, cheap...Telephone 626-1313 and ask for Mrs. Donnelley, who
lives with him after 7 p.m.'"
Wednesday: "The Rev. A.J. Jones informs us that he has received several annoying telephone calls because of an incorrect
ad in yesterday's paper. It should have read: 'The Rev. A.J. Jones has one color TV set for sale, cheap. Telephone 626-1313
after 7 p.m. and ask for Mrs. Donnelley who loves with him.'"
Thursday: "Please take notice that I, the Rev. A.J. Jones, have no color TV set for sale; I have smashed it. Don't
call 626-1313 anymore. I have not been carrying on with Mrs. Donnelley. She was, until yesterday, my housekeeper.'"
Friday: "Wanted: a housekeeper. Usual housekeeping duties. Good pay. Love in, Rev.
A.J. Jones. Telephone 626- 1313.'"
Mistakes are inevitable in the publishing business.
First United Methodist Church, Meadville, PA, Content The
Newsletter Newsletter, August, 1990, p. 3.
I read a story recently that made me smile and set me to thinking. One dark rainy night a salesman had a flat tire on a
lonely road. But to his dismay he had no lug wrench. Seeing a nearby farmhouse, he set out on foot. Surely the farmer would
have a lug wrench, he thought. But would he even come to the door? And if he did, he'd probably be furious at being bothered.
He's say, "What's the big idea getting me out of bed in the middle of the night?" This thought made the salesman angry.
Why, that farmer is a selfish old clod to refuse to help me. Finally the man reached the house. Frustrated and drenched, he
banged on the door. "Who's there?" a voice called out from a window overhead.
"You know good and well who it is," yelled the salesman, his face red with anger. "It's me! And you can keep
your old lug wrench! I wouldn't borrow it is it was the last one in the county."