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Bro. John and Bro. Mike are getting dressed and ready for a lodge meeting. When John takes his apron out of the case, Mike notices a pair of silk stockings unrolling and hanging out of the case.
Mike asks: “I say, John, what′s this with the ladies stuff?”

Ten Master Masons

Ten Master Masons, happy, doing fine;
One listened to a rumor, then there were nine.

Nine Master Masons, faithful, never late;
One didn’t like the “Master,” then there were eight.

It Matters Not

It matters not whate’er your lot or what your task may be
One duty there remains for you, One duty stands for me.
Be you a doctor skilled and wise, Or do your work for wage,
A labourer upon the street, An artist on the stage;
One glory still awaits for you. One honour that is fair,
To have men say as you pass by: “That fellow’s on the square.”

Masons Wife

The Mason answered the ‘phone. “Yes, Worshipful Master!” he said. “Certainly, Worshipful Master! I’ll do that, Worshipful Master.  Thank you, Worshipful Master!” “Goodness!” said his wife when he put the phone down.  “You’re not so quick to do things for me. I wish I was your Worshipful Master”.  “So do I ” snapped the Mason. “We get to change him every year!”


Oh! Give me your pity, I’m on a Committee
Which meets from morning to night,
We attend and amend and contend and defend
Without a conclusion in sight.