"Well," said Nat dryly, "you haven't got anything on me. I married a cluster."
"Are you quite sure that was a marriage license you gave me last month?"
"Of course! What's the matter?"
"Well, I thought there might be some mistake, seeing that I've lived a dog's life ever since."
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in.—Emerson.
HOUSEHOLDER—"Here, drop that coat and clear out!"
BURGLAR—"You be quiet, or I'll wake your wife and give her this letter I found in your pocket."