"Now," said the bridegroom to the bride, when they returned from their honeymoon trip, "let us have a clear understanding before we settle down to married life. Are you the president or the vice-president of the society?"
"I want to be neither president nor vice-president," she answered. "I will be content with a subordinate position."
"What position is that, my dear?"
"Treasurer."
SHE—"When we go anywhere now we have to take the street-car. Before our marriage you always called a taxi."
HE—"Exactly. And that's the reason we have to go in the street-car now."
"My wife certainly makes my salary go a long way."
"So does mine—so far that none of it ever comes back."