[108] Now in the parlor meet the pair,
When the golden day is done;
Two forms with but one easy chair,
Two hearts that beat as one.
"What do you think of this scheme of telegraphing without wires?"
"That's nothing new. My wife has kicked my sins under the table for twenty years."
A tramp rang a doctor's doorbell, and asked the pretty woman who opened the door if she would be so kind as to ask the doctor if he had a pair of old trousers he would kindly give away. "I'm the doctor," said the smiling young woman, and the tramp nearly fainted.
"When Mr. Casey died he left all he had to an orphan asylum."
"Indeed! That was nice of him. What did he leave?"
"His twelve children."