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White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 245, 18 November 1915, Page 5

It is said that at the time when the “Ranters” were prominent in England there was in a certain village a building which served a> a theatre, accommodation house, and chapel. One Saturday evening a troupe had acted there, after which the members of the same had retired to rest in the loft, where they slept well and long. Early the next morning the “Ranters” met in the room below, and commenced their meeting. The preacher took for his text the stirring exhortation, “Blow ye the trumpet!” Loudly and often he repeated his text, until at last his stentorian tones wakened the players overhead. As they listened, the cornet player or the company said at length, “If the old fellow says that again, I'm bothered if I don’t blew it.” He had not long to wait for his opportunity. In h.s loudest tones the preacher shouted, “Blow ye the trumpet!” Rutting his cornet to his lips, the player let out a blast that made the “Ranters” think that it was the “last trump” of the archangel, and they fled. The last to get out was an old woman, who, as she stumbled over the door-step, looked back and upward, and exclaimed, “Please, Mr Devil, I’m not a regular attender here.”