"Yes."
"Well, it's a combination of all three jobs—and then some."
The archbishop had preached a fine sermon on married life and its beauties. Two old Irishwomen were heard coming out of church commenting on the address.
"'Tis a fine sermon his Riverence would be after giving us," said one to the other.
"It is, indade," was the quick reply, "and I wish I knew as little about the matter as he does."—Life.
A young Swede appeared at the county judge's office and asked for a license.
"What kind of a license?" asked the judge. "A hunting license?"
"No," was the answer. "Aye tank aye bane hunting long enough. Aye want marriage license."