Bridebroom—No.
Rev. Mr.——, Woman, you love this man?
Bride—No.
Rev. Mr.—— Good. You have no inherited instinct. You swear there is no fits, insanity or general ability in family? (They swear.)
Then stick out tongues, please. That will do, thank you. I make you manandwife.”
Miss Tessie Matsuki look to me reproachly when saying this.
“What happen pretty soonly after marriage?” I snuggest.
“Baby,” she pronounce. “He are born perfect without a blamish or any other sign of humanity. He are gave perfectly balanced name like Sandow Socrates Shakespeare Scagg. In babyhood he are never kissed. In schoolday he are never spanked. In manhood he are never loved. And so he grow upward.”
“What do he become, after so much exercise—a Congressman, perhapsly?”
“How could he? Congressman are noted for imperfection.”