Part 48 (1/2)

”Dearest,” whispered Cordelia, after she had captured the coveted solitaire, ”I have a confession to make. I am a cooking school graduate.”

Clarence shuddered.

”Oh, well,” he rejoined, after the manner of one resigned to his fate, ”we can board.”

If t-o-u-g-h spells tough, And d-o-u-g-h spells dough, Does s-n-o-u-g-h spell snuff?

Or, simply snow?

THE WIFE (savagely)--Don't let me catch you flirting.

THE HUSBAND (meekly)--No, dear, never again. That's the way you did catch me, you know!

He called her an angel before they were wed, But that, alas! didn't endure.

For ere many months had pa.s.sed over his head, He wished that she was one for sure.

Elderly Man (greeting former acquaintance)--”I remember your face perfectly, miss, but your name has escaped me.”

The Young Woman--”I don't wonder. It escaped me three years ago.

I am married now.”

”These verses make no sense,” said she; ”I can't tell what they mean.”

”Good! they'll make dollars then,” cried he, ”In any magazine.”

THE BARBER--Did I ever shave you before?

THE VICTIM--Yes, once.

THE BARBER--I don't remember your face.