CREWE—"Good heavens, how it rains! I feel awfully anxious about my wife. She's gone out without an umbrella."
DREW—"Oh, she'll be all right. She'll take shelter in some shop."
CREWE—"Exactly. That's what makes me so anxious."
Mrs. Clarke came running hurriedly into her husband's office one morning.
"Oh, Dick," she cried, as she gasped for breath. "I dropped my diamond ring off my finger, and I can't find it anywhere."
"It's all right, Bess," replied Mr. Clarke. "I came across it in my trousers pocket."
And Then Some
MAN expects his wife to be: