THE WRONG DOOR.
She left hubby alone in their room at the hotel while she did some shopping. She returned. The many doors and numbers oonfused her. But she soon decided which was her room. She knocked and called, "I'm back, honey; let me in." No answer. "Honey, honey—let me in!" she called .again, knocking harder. "Honey, it's me; please,, honey." Brief silence, then a man's voice, cold and full of dignity, came from the other side of the door. "Madam, this is not a beehive; it's a bathroom." >
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 36, 11 August 1923, Page 19
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89THE WRONG DOOR. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 36, 11 August 1923, Page 19
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