How the Row Started
MR. BROWN—"I had a queer dream last night, my dear. I thought I saw another man running off with you."
MRS. BROWN—"And what did you say to him?"
MR. BROWN—"I asked him what he was running for."
Uncle Josh was comfortably lighting his pipe in the living-room one evening when Aunt Maria glanced up from her knitting.
"John," she remarked, "do you know that next Sunday will be the twenty-fifth anniversary of our wedding?"
"You don't say so, Maria!" responded Uncle Josh, pulling vigorously on his corncob pipe. "What about it?"
"Nothing," answered Aunt Maria, "only I thought maybe we ought to kill them two Rhode Island Red chickens."
"But, Maria," demanded Uncle Josh, "how can you blame them two Rhode Island Reds for what happened twenty-five years ago?"