“‘Thank you so plenty!’ I say to Hon. Police and go home by return ticket.”
“You go home without them Divorce?” I say for disappointed quivers.
“Ah, yes,” nibble Nogi. “It are useless luxury for poor Japanese to afford it. I could buy one slight divorce, but what then?”
“That habit are like drunking,” I approximate.
“Of surely it are!” influence my Cousin. “First drink are innocent pleasure, but it lead to more of and continued. First divorce are harmless amusement, next two or three are only slight damage to young man—but after that it are apt to become a fixed habit, and who knows what?”
So Nogi borrow my collar-button & go off for righteous Sunday walk with his wife, Miss Alice Furioki.
Mr. Editor, I am reminded of a mothological legend. In awful pre-historick date of Japan famous poeter, Obi Obi, were a-wandering through crying-willow grove endeavouring to try & think up a good poem to write for a magazine. While full of ponders of suddenly he seen a Willy Sparrow dancing mongst twiggly branches like he was suffering from huj jokes. Often & at times them maudly bird laugh “Ha-ha!” and do a kick & six comick capers. So Obi Obi, famous poeter, he tune his Japanese Jews harp and enquire with rimes:
“Dilly-darrow, Willy Sparrow,
Why you do such dance & caper