Mr. Bowser walked to the front door, locked it, muffled the bell and turned out the gas. Then he sat down and was very quiet for a couple of hours. At last he looked up and said:
"Mrs. Bowser, some husbands would murder a wife for this!"
"But what have I done?"
"What have you done? Coaxed, bribed and bulldozed me into giving a progressive euchre party, and where's the party? I told you how it would come out, and here we are! Mrs. Bowser, I—I——"
But he was too full for further utterance, and went to bed.
—Detroit Free Press.
Reasonable.
Postmaster—The letter is too heavy; it wants another stamp.