The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all — he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail. — Charles Farrar Browne Copy Share Image
My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce. — Charles Farrar Browne Copy Share Image
The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all… — Charles Farrar Browne Copy Share Image
I have already given two cousins to the war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother. — Charles Farrar Browne Copy Share Image
