THAT SETTLED IT.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 50, 12 December 1891, Page 692

THAT SETTLED IT.

Husband Hooking up from his paper) : ‘ What asses men make of themselves.' Wife : ‘ What is the matter now, dear!’ Husband : ‘ I am looking at the love letters in this breach of promise case. Wife : ‘Are they interesting ?’ Husband : ‘ Interesting. They are absolutely sickening. Hear this. “My dear ducky; my lovely dovey.” Ha! Ha ! Ha !’

Wife (demurely) : ‘lt does sound rather foolish, doesn’t it •’

Husband (with a burst of laughter) : ‘ Foolish! Idiotic, you mean. It’s the worst nonsense imaginable to think that any man in his senses could write such stuff as this. “ I send you a million kisses, my goosie, poosie, sweety, peety.” Ha! Ha! Ha!’ Wife : • Perhaps he loved her when he sent those letters.’ Husband : ‘ Suppose he did ! Is that any excuse for writing such bosh !’ Wife : ‘lt should be. Here are some letters I found today when looking over my old relics—relics of courtship. They are very foolish, but very precious to me, I assure you. They are your letters. One of them begins, “My ownest own preciousest little ducky darling, my Husband (hastily): ‘ That will do. Put them in the fire.’