DEDICATED TO SEVERAL OBLIGING MARRIED COUPLES
WHO HAVE POSED
FOR SOME OF THESE PORTRAITS
Don’t be ashamed to let us know Why you tried matrimony, For others brave the under-tow For reasons quite as funny; We give these little facts away, Perhaps it is a treason, Don’t marry in an off-hand way, Be sure “there’s a reason!”
Maud hung onto straps in the Subway and “L,” No man ever said “Take my seat!” She swore that she’d marry the first one who did— The next day her husband did meet!
When your wife jams her hat on and packs up her bag And says “I shall go back to mother!” If you sniff she will say, “Just for that I will stay!” One excuse is as good as another.
John Quincy tho’ kindly and gentle, declared: “The man must be master, by gum!” But his outlook on life, is just what his dear wife Lets him peer at from under her thumb!
Wilhemina’s bridegroom failed to show up at the church So she yanked the driver off the wedding hack, And married him in lieu of John, who’d left her in the lurch For she would NOT send the wedding presents back.
“I never could marry that kind of a man!” Said Miss Sue of a fellow named Sid— So of course the gods heard her and laughed when they saw, ’Twas exactly the kind that she did!
The reason sweet Alice got married to-day— Sweet Alice, so prettily blushing, She hadn’t the faintest idea that the gent Had another wife over in Flushing.
Miss Luella Gloaming was naturally glum, So she married young Grouch, the recluse; For she says when she’s sad, she just looks at his face— Then she can’t help but laugh like the deuce!
This couple before you are husband and wife, He looks sorry and just a bit harried; It took a mere two-spot to scare him for life, At least that’s the reason he married!
You never can guess why she married this man, There’s no use the matter to mince, She married him merely because he had hair Like her lost Pomeranian, “Prince.”
Again to the altar went widower Brown, When his grief he could decently smother, He explained it to every acquaintance in town; “My poor children needed a mother.”
Why did they marry—December and June? Old Merger and Mayme-out-of-School? Mayme didn’t care for those ready made frocks— December was—just an old fool.
Billy Margin, a broker, did wed Ysobel, Her shape counted most in his eyes, Now her figure’s no more, and Billy is sore, For he finds he had bought for a rise!
The rector got married to Annabel Gauze, The rector was gentle and good; He made up his mind that he’d marry because She had made up her mind that he should!
He married her because she didn’t swagger like a man, Nor did she stand with feet apart, toes in, She wasn’t a “good fellow,” thickly coated with a tan— She was merely lovely, really feminine!
The bond is a strong one that couples this pair, A case in which Jill found her Jack, This strong binding tie is the joy they both share, In ripping their friends up the back!
Now here is a couple who seem of one mind, What on earth made them think they’d agree? Why, he didn’t care for the lean scraggly kind, And it’s funny, but neither did she!
He thought she was wealthy; she thought he was too, Not thinking each other a grafter, They found out between them there wasn’t a sou— So they laughed and lived happily after!
This happy young bride is a girl we all know, Who swore that she never would wed, When she’d been out of school a fortnight or so She accepted misogynist Ned!
Both poor as Job’s turkey and not overstrong— Hold a three dollar job the man couldn’t— We are forced to conclude that they married because There was every good reason they shouldn’t!
Paul told her lovely fairy tales when she was but a child, She loved him far above all other men. Tho’ they’ve been married quite a while, the tales he tells her now Are quite as good as those he told her then!
Young Twentyperr looked carefully before a wife he took, His wife would have to know a thing or two, He wanted to be certain that his spouse knew how to cook The way his mother didn’t use to do!
“That woman married!” I hear you exclaim, Your knowledge of people is small, There is always some chump who will whisper “Je T’aime!” While real peaches are left by the wall!
Jonas Granitt married and he knew that he was cute, A Mrs. Drudge, his housekeeper, no less, For he owed her two years wages—you’ll admit he was astute, Now he doesn’t owe her anything, I guess!
They are married and Maudie looks quite worn out, It’s no wonder—he pestered her so, He proposed forty thousand and ninety-six times— Every time but the last she said “No!”
Mr. Butterfly Flitter was handsome and gay, Why, he’d ne’er given marriage a thought, But he dallied too long by a flower one day, And before he could flit he was caught!
She fancied him because she felt a very piquant charm In the unexpected awful things he said— On her remarks he could depend, they never caused alarm, So as they both were pleased, they wed!
Mary thought her husband was the finest anywhere, He was the satisfaction of her life. He knew too much to ever say, “Why don’t you dye your hair?” Or praise another woman to his wife!
Mr. Tootles rides on trolley cars a good bit of his life, His little wife goes with him for the ride; A friend asked why he married such a tiny little wife— “She’s so easy to get on with!” he replied.
Steve looked for a captain and not for a mate And his friends all agree she was found, Why, they say that the reason he’s putting on weight Is because she just ordered him ’round!
Intuition, deduction, observation as well, And a masterful knowledge of life, All figure as naught in our efforts to find Why this pair became husband and wife!
Bert had known Gladys from childhood, From the day of the doll and mud-pie, When the time came of course they got married, As one puts on one’s coat or one’s tie!
Al Higgins thought he married well when he got Sally Brown, For very well connected was his “poil,” Connected too with all the finest families in the town— By telephone—She was a “Hello-Goil”!
