“This city life ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. How I envy the farmer. He’s his own boss and doesn’t care how often the cable breaks.”
“I Wish I Lived Out on Some Pleasant Farm These Fine, Crisp Winter Days.”
IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED THAT SOCIETY ADOPT A TIME LIMIT MARRIAGE CONTRACT
Chapter I
“Will you be mine, Felicia?” “For how long, Albert?” “For fifteen years, dearest.” “No, but I will for ten years.” “Can’t you make it twelve?” “No; ten is the limit.” “All right. Here’s the ring. Take good care of it for I may need it again.”
Chapter II
“Do you promise to take this woman for better or for worse for ten years?” “Yes, subject, of course, to renewal of contract.” “Do you promise to love, honor and obey?” “Yes, up to September 14, 1914.” “I pronounce you man and wife. Let no man put asunder in the meantime.”