Ham on Wry

THE MOTHER OF a small boy had a Scotch on the rocks for a nightcap, then went upstairs to kiss junior goodnight, claims Lorraine W. of Wakefield, Michigan. The child opened his eyes and said, "Mommy! You're wearing Daddy's perfume!" This was the same lady who insisted on chauffeuring her husband to the corner saloon every evening. When he finally asked her, "Why are you doing this for me?" she told him, "So you can tell the boys I'm like every other wife, I drive you to drink."