The Catholic priest in a small town had become very perturbed, and he decided to lay it on the line to the congregation.
“Brothers, sisters,” he said solemnly, “it has come to my attention that there are tales to the effect that immorality is rampant in our fair town.
To be specific, it is being said that there is not one virgin left here.
This vile lie must and shall be refuted. In order to do so, I ask every virgin in the congregation to rise.”
Not a woman stirred.
The priest said, “I understand the modesty that would make a young lady hesitate to announce her condition publicly, but it is necessary to do so. Young women, I conjure those to rise who are truly virgins.”
And still not a woman stirred.
Wrath now moved the priest. “Will you, for the fear of experiencing a small shame, incur a great one? This is an order from the Almighty: Let all virgins stand!”
And as his thunderous tones died away, a young lady, far in the rear, with a baby in her arms, rose bashfully.
The preacher stared with astonishment at the baby, then said, “Young woman, I’m asking the virgins to stand.”
And the young lady answered indignantly, “Well, father, do you expect this six-month-old girl to stand by herself…?”