THE DEAD GIVEAWAY
We read a recent news release in which
President Carter's mother intimated that
"A throbbing neck vein is a dead giveaway
that the chief executive is angry."
We can certainly identify with the President's
outward sign of an inward irritability.
The other afternoon, our wife presented us
with a doctor's bill that almost made us pass
out. As we sat there gazing at the inflationary
figure, a large tear began to well up in the
corner of our eye.
"Please dear," said our wife, "no weeping in
front of the children."
Then our wife boldly showed us today's grocery
bill. We began to moan and groan vociferously.
"Please honey," said the wife, "try to control the
wailing."
Just then, one of our sons came in the house
after spending most of the day painting his club
house. We could tell in an instance that he had
gone up to his room, for there were white shoe
prints on the carpet all the way up on the stairs.
We began to grit and grind our teeth.
"Aw, come on honey, said the wife. "We can't hear
the TV."
As we began to retire for the night, our sweet wife
remarked "Dear I'm so proud of you. In spite of
everything, you've got the calmest neck veins
of anyone I ever saw."
(This article was written in 1977)
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