"Heavens, man!" said the first man; "you are not a husband—you're a habit."
MR. HENPECK—"Is my wife going out, Jane?"
JANE—"Yessir."
MR. HENPECK—"Do you know if I am going with her?"
A happily married woman, who had enjoyed thirty-three years of wedlock, and who was the grandmother of four beautiful little children, had an amusing old colored woman for a cook.
One day when a box of especially beautiful flowers was left for the mistress, the cook happened to be present, and she said: "Yo' husband send you all the pretty flowers you gits, Missy?"
"Certainly, my husband, Mammy," proudly answered the lady.
"Glory!" exclaimed the cook, "he suttenly am holdin' out well."