"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned

his client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"



"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."




The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"




"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled. "I'm always first out of

bed."




Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for

unnatural connubial practices?"




"Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think he knows anything

about the connubial.&a