WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR HUSBAND’S DOING?
It is night on the boat; the last evening of the See-America-First-Cruise; Excursion tickets good until August thirty-first; Send the wife and kiddies if you can’t go yourself. It is night and all the children have gone to bed, allowing a blessed quiet to creep from the darkness and shroud the boat in wistful romance. Two figures stand in the bow.
She: Well, home tomorrow.
You: Yes. (Sigh) Back to work.
She: I do hope it’ll be cooler. But there, it never does get any cooler until the middle of September or after, so what’s the use of hoping? I didn’t have any right running away from the house this time of the year.
You: Sure you did. When you first came on the boat I said to myself, “There’s a little woman that sure needs a rest.”
She: You did! I didn’t know I looked that bad. The doctor told me to take a rest, but land, he’s always telling me that.
You: No, I don’t mean you looked exactly bad; only sort of thin and pale.
She: (Pleased): Thin! Heavens, I didn’t know that I ever looked thin. But it isn’t any wonder I’m pale. Goodness knows I never get out of the house.
You: You know, that’s one thing I just can’t understand about men. The way they let their wives stay at home. Believe me, if I ever get married my wife is going to have the best of everything. And plenty of time to enjoy it, too.