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^CENE: The conservatory of a de luxe country place on Long Island. A pretty lady sits alone in the moonlight on a seat near a foun¬ tain. A gentleman strolls that way, sees the lady, and stops before her.
He: You!
She: Yes, I.
He: I didn’t know you were at the house party.
She: I came late and came out here early. I’m tired.
He: Let’s see, Leila, you were my third wife, weren’t you?
She: No, your fourth, Albert. And you were my second husband.
He: Well, well, fancy meeting you here! You free now?
She: Yes, divorced Jimmy Blew in Paris a month ago. How about you?
He: My sixth wife divorced me in Yucatan last week. (He sits down beside her.) You know, I always liked you, Leila.
Trying It Again
She: Did you, Albert?
He: I sure did. In fact, I was mighty wild about you once.
She: Yes, you’ve always been rather wild.
He (putting his arm around her waist) : I wonder if you and I couldn’t hit it off again?
She (leaning gently toward him): I don’t know, Albert.
He (tightening his grasp): Those were happy days when we were first married and lived in New Rochelle, Leila.
She: We never lived there, Albert. You’re thinking of you and some other bride.
He: Well, it is hard to always remember places,
ShE: And the faces that go with them.
He: Yes, that’s right. Where did we live when we first married?
She: Married each other, you m£an. In Boston.
He: Oh, yes, now I remember. Those were the happy days. How about repeating them?
She: I don’t think you know me well enough. You see, I’m not Leila. I’m Marcia.
He: By Jove, I had a feeling that you weren’t Leila! But it’s all right. I know you as well as you know me. I’m not Albert. I’m Jim.
She (laughing): If that isn’t a good joke! You were my first hus¬ band then instead of my second.
He: Was I? And, let’s see, you must have been my second wife. They both are lost in thought. She: I can’t seem to remember how we
He (interrupting): I can’t either. Let’s get married and find out again. She: All right, let’s.
They kiss.
— Fred B. Mann
Humorist (showing friend his new home) — And this is the music room.
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