HE--"Oh, it's the same old story. Started out to be good friends, you
know, and later on changed their minds."--_Puck_.
Nat Goodwin and a friend were walking along Fifth Avenue one afternoon
when they stopped to look into a florist's window, in which there was an
artistic arrangement of exquisite roses.
"What wonderful American Beauties those are, Nat!" said the friend
delightedly.
"They are, indeed," replied Nat.
"You see, I am very fond of that flower," continued the friend. "In
fact, I might say it is my favorite. You know, Nat, I married an
American beauty."
"Well," said Nat dryly, "you haven't got anything on me. I married a
cluster."
"Are you quite sure that was a marriage license you gave me last month?"
"Of course! What's the matter?"
"Well, I thought there might be some mistake, seeing that I've lived a
dog's life ever since."
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning
of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and
such as are out wish to get in.--_Emerson_.