I went down to one of the big department stores the other day and met my old friend Matt Wheeler looking over some furniture.
"Hello, Matt," says I, "how's Mamie?" Mamie is his sweetheart, you know.
"Oh!" says Matt, "I've thrown her over."
"Well, that was a foolish thing to do," says I. "Mamie was a good and beautiful girl."
"I know it," says he, "but her father offered to give us enough money to furnish a home, if we got married. I'm going with another girl now."
"What sort of a girl is she," says I, and that started him off.
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to start a fellow extolling the virtues and graces of his chosen before he is married?
If you ask him how his wife is after the ceremony, all you get out of him is something resembling a grunt.