I believe in the drum. Can you beat it? Hurrah for Uncle Sam, the drum-major of the world in the march for freedom of body, mind and soul, always and everywhere!
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Several persons of our acquaintance have asked why we refer to marriage in the same sentence with war. There is no difference.
A fellow meets a girl and decides that she is the woman he wants to “battle” through life with.
You “present arms” and she “falls in.”
You talk it over and decide on an “engagement.” At the marriage license bureau you “sign up.” A minister “swears you in.”
There are only a few “skirmishes” during the courtship. The real “fighting” starts after marriage. That’s when a man thinks he’s a “Colonel,” and he’s only a nut.
In the house, as well as on the “battlefield,” they use “hand-grenades,” such as flatirons, pots, and rolling pins.
The wife is usually a good “rifler.” She rifles your pockets every night, takes your large money, and “confines you to quarters.”