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Coming Home Late

A woman was complaining to the neighbor that her husband always came home late, no matter how she tried to stop him.

Take my advice, said the neighbor, and do what I did. Once my husband came home at three o--clock in the morning, and from my bed, I called out, --Is that you, Jim?-- And that cured him.

Cured him! asked the woman, but how?

The neighbor said, You see, his name is Bill.

? Life has its Ups n Downs. Sometimes the sun shines, sometimes the rain lashes, but then it takes both the Sun n Rain to make a Rainbow