MRS. HENBALLOT--"He insulted us by saying that the suffrage movement
destroyed our naturally timid sweetness and robbed us of all our
gentleness."
"Did you cast your vote, Aunty?"
"Oh, yes! Isn't it grand? A real nice gentleman with a beautiful
moustache and yellow spats marked my ballot for me. I know I should
have marked it myself, but it seemed to please him greatly."
"Does your wife want to vote?"
"No. She wants a larger town house, a villa on the sea coast and a new
limousine car every six months. I'd be pleased most to death if she
could fix her attention on a smaller matter like the vote."
"What you want, I suppose, is to vote, just like the men do."
"Certainly not," replied Mrs. Baring-Banners. "If we couldn't do any
better than that there would be no use of our voting."
"There's only one thing I can think of to head off this suffrage
movement," said the mere man.
"What is that?" asked his wife.
"Make the legal age for voting thirty-five instead of
twenty-one."--_Catholic Universe_.