The man addressed removed the pipe from his mouth, scratched his head, thought it over a moment, and then replied:
"Five—four living and one married."
SHE—"How did they ever come to marry?"
HE—"Oh, it's the same old story. Started out to be good friends, you know, and later on changed their minds."—Puck.
Nat Goodwin and a friend were walking along Fifth Avenue one afternoon when they stopped to look into a florist's window, in which there was an artistic arrangement of exquisite roses.
"What wonderful American Beauties those are, Nat!" said the friend delightedly.
"They are, indeed," replied Nat.
"You see, I am very fond of that flower," continued the friend. "In fact, I might say it is my favorite. You know, Nat, I married an American beauty."