DO NOTHING BUT BREATHE.
Bachelor—“Before the wedding you told me that married life would be one grand sweet song.”
Benedict (gloomily)—“Yes; and since then I’ve found it one grand sweet refrain.”
Bachelor—“Refrain?”
Benedict—“Yes. My wife insists that I refrain from cards, refrain from smoking, and refrain from the club.”
TO THE POINT.
“Look here, waiter, is this peach or apple pie?” asked the patron.
“Can’t you tell from the taste, sir?” asked the waiter.