“Hop over this bar,” ordered the doctor.
The man did his best, landing on his back.
“Now double up your knees and touch the floor with your hands.”
He sprawled, face downward, on the floor. He was indignant but silent.
“Jump under this cold shower,” ordered the doctor.
“Sure, that’s funny!” muttered the applicant.
“Now run around the room ten times to test your heart and wind,” directed the doctor.
The candidate rebelled. “I’ll not. I’ll sthay single.”
“Single?” asked the doctor, surprised.
“Sure,” said the Irishman, “what’s all this fussing got to do with a marriage license!”