I was in jail last month. Oh, only as a visitor, of course. I needn't
explain that. Went the rounds of the cells with the governor of the
State.
Well, we struck one man who was the homeliest specimen of humanity I've
ever seen.
"What are you here for?" says the governor.
"For runnin' away with a woman, yer honor!" says the man.
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"Bless my soul!" says the governor, "is that so? I must send you a
pardon. I don't see how a man so homely as you could ever get a wife
unless he ran away with one."
A cage or two farther on was occupied by a big, husky chap.
"What are you here for?" says the governor.
"I'm here for my health, governor," says the man.
"How's that?" asks the governor.
"Well, you see, I had six wives, governor."
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Well, no pardon dropped in on that chap.
He had seized just six times his share.
A few more like him and the women wouldn't go around.
Jiminy Christmas! There's the gong of my auto. My chaffeur's getting
impatient. Yes, my time is up. I got ten dollars advanced on it
yesterday.
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Good-night!
Transcriber's Notes:
The copy used as the basis for this digital edition was missing its back
cover, so some advertising is omitted.
Some questionable spelling (e.g. occured) has been retained from the
original.