A woman who lived next door to a preacher was puzzled by his personality change.At home he was shy, quiet and retiring, but in the church he was a real fire orator, rousing the masses in the name of God. It was as if he were two different people.
One day she asked him about the dramatic transformation that came over him when he preached.
“Ah,” he said, “That’s my altar ego.”
You know, with all his flaws, Dr. Frankenstein was a damn good orator.
He really knew how to bring people together.
A soapbox orator addresses a crowd on the glories of communism
“Come the revolution, everyone will eat strawberries and cream!” A man at the front whimpers, “But I don’t like strawberries and cream.” The speaker thunders, “Come the revolution, you will like strawberries and cream!”
An upset orator wants to talk to us about his reservation being cancelled
but he has no room to speak.