He sipped the nectar from her lips, As neath the moon they sat; And wondered if another man Had drank a mug like that. * * * * * A tool chest was the old hen’s nest, I’ll bet you cannot match it; She cackled when she tried to set Upon a nail and hatchet. * * * * * A passing breeze Exposed her knees; Milady did not care, She blushed for fear Her naked ear Might cause the men to stare. * * * * * _Mamma loves papa,_ _Papa loves wimmin;_ _Mamma caught papa_ _In swimmin’ with wimmin._ * * * * * The Romance A girl A bride A man A groom A perfect moon A scrap or two A bench Old stuff A sigh You say A perfect spoon Alas! Too true. * * * * * Hard to Explain! A bit in doubt as to whether her husband had gone to their mountain cabin with male escorts, friend wife decided to call up and find out. The following conversation took place: Husband—Hello! Hello! Wife—Hello, dear, what are you doing? Husband—Why, I was just washing out my X, Y, Z’s. Central on the wire—I’m “wringing” them! Bang!!! * * * * * Mother may I a-riding go? Yes, my sweet Lucille But give your friend this sound advise, Keep one hand on the wheel. * * * * * All forms of love, I know tis true Are bound to cause a quake or two But still I’m betting, the most upsetting Is love in a canoe. * * * * * A girl is getting old when she begins to sigh over the pictures in the album. * * * * * Living together when tied with the bonds of matrimony is often a knotty life. * * * * * The solid man has no sediment in his makeup. * * * * * What is home without a cellar? _Bobbed Hair Genii_ Although the rest of New York can’t seem to see why they are so excited about it, all the high brow married ladies of Greenwich Village are in a lather of emotion. Ruth Hale has set ’em free. Rah for liberty, freedom and Ruth! Owing to Ruth, the down-trodden girls with bobbed hair and hubbies, no matter how many times they are married, need not lug around the old man’s name any longer. No more of this “Mrs.” stuff south of Washington Square.