THE TIME TO CHOOSE.
“The best time to choose a wife is early in the morning. If a young lady is at all inclined to sulks and slatternness it is just before breakfast. As a general thing, a woman don’t get on her temper, till after 10A.M.”—Young Man’s Guide.
“The best time to choose a wife is early in the morning. If a young lady is at all inclined to sulks and slatternness it is just before breakfast. As a general thing, a woman don’t get on her temper, till after 10A.M.”—Young Man’s Guide.
“The best time to choose a wife is early in the morning. If a young lady is at all inclined to sulks and slatternness it is just before breakfast. As a general thing, a woman don’t get on her temper, till after 10A.M.”—Young Man’s Guide.
“The best time to choose a wife is early in the morning. If a young lady is at all inclined to sulks and slatternness it is just before breakfast. As a general thing, a woman don’t get on her temper, till after 10A.M.”—Young Man’s Guide.
Men never look slovenly before breakfast; no, indeed. They never run round in their stocking feet, vestless, with dressing-gown inside out; soiled handkerchief hanging out of the pocket by one corner. Minus dickey—minus neck-tie; pantaloon straps flying; suspenders streaming from their waistbands; chin shaved on one side, and lathered on the other; hair like porcupine quills; face all in a snarl of wrinkles because the fire won’t kindle, and because it snows, and because the office boy don’t come for the keys, and because the newspaper hasn’t arrived, and because they lost a bet the night before, and because there’s an omelet instead of a broiled chicken for breakfast, and because they are out of sorts and shaving soap, out of cigars and credit, and because they can’t “get their temper on” till they get some money and a mint julep.
Any time “before ten o’clock,” is the time to choose a husband——perhaps!