He used to send her roses;
He sent them every hour,
But now they're married and he sends
Her home a cauliflower.
John—I went into a restaurant to-day. The lemon pie that I had was a peach.
Tom—That's nothing, I went into a saloon and had no money, so I let the beer settle.
Her face was happy,
His face was stern;
Her hand was in his'n,
His'n was in her'n.
Jack—"My wife's a fine shot. She can hit a dollar every time."
Fred—"That's nothing, my wife goes through my trousers and never misses a dime."