Speaking of cold storage eggs, a correspondent sends in a story that may be new to some readers; at any rate it sounds plausible. A middle-aged bachelor was in a restaurant at breakfast, when he noticed this inscription on the egg—
To Whom it May Concern—Should this meet the eye of some young man who desires to marry a farmer’s daughter, 18 years of age, kindly communicate with ⸺, Sparta, N. J.
After reading this, he made haste to write to the girl, offering marriage, and in a few days received this note—
Too late. I am married now and have four children.
Mr. Ananias came home one night and was received very icily by his wife. He immediately assumed the defensive. It was not until after dinner that he dared ask his wife what the trouble was. Trouble, said she, why when I sent your suit to the tailor this morning I found this memorandum in your pocket, “Gwendolyn, Lenox 1020.”
Why, said Ananias, of course you know what that means. That is a racing tip. Gwendolyn is a horse, Lenox a jockey, and 1020 the racing odds. I am going to the races tomorrow and will play Gwendolyn at one to two.
The wife admitted her suspicions and begged forgiveness for doubting the fidelity of her beloved for one moment.