Joke No. 106

A man is struck by a bus on a busy New York City street. He lies on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around. "A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps.

A policeman checks the crowd, but there's no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.

"A priest, please," the injured man says again. Then out of the crowd steps a wrinkled and wizened Jewish man of advanced years. "Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic. But for 50 years now I've lived behind St. Mary's Catholic Church on Third Avenue, and every night I've listened to the Catholic rites. MaybeI can be of some comfort to this man."

The policeman agrees and brings the old man over to where the man lies. The old man kneels down on the sidewalk, leans over the injured victim and in tones in a solemn voice:

"Under the B - 4.
Under the I - 19.
Under the N - 38.
Under the G - 54.
Under the O - 72."