Drove Him Mad
They took him to the sanatorium moaning feebly: “Thirty-nine, thirty-nine.”
“What does he mean by that?” the attendant inquired.
“It’s the number of buttons on the back of his wife’s new frock,” the family doctor explained.
They took him to the sanatorium moaning feebly: “Thirty-nine, thirty-nine.”
“What does he mean by that?” the attendant inquired.
“It’s the number of buttons on the back of his wife’s new frock,” the family doctor explained.