“Do you vant to thsee the rabbi, misther?”
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You Can’t Fool ’em at Tall
He had been married about six months, during which time he had made the most strenuous endeavors to abandon his former naughty ways and to give up his intemperate bachelor friends and the numerous pretty ladies with whom he had so long been associated. But it happened one day that he fell in with a very dear friend, till in a somewhat dazed condition he eventually fetched up at his “home sweet” ’round about five o’clock on the following morning. Stealthily he crept upstairs to bed and wifie being, as he imagined, asleep, equally stealthily did he start to undress in the cold, gray light of dawn. For a time all went well; then suddenly a voice rose above the stillness:
“Charles, where’s your vest?”
Charles pulled himself together rapidly and endeavored to review the situation.
“My dear,” he replied confidentially, after much mental effort, “upon my soul, I believe I must have left it—in the cab!”
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Unlucky months for getting married: Jan., Feb., Mar., Apr., May, June, July, Aug., Sept., Oct., Nov., Dec.