One of the guests turned to a man by his side to criticize the
singing of the woman who was trying to entertain them.
"What a terrible voice! Do you know who she is?"
"Yes,"was the answer. "she s my wife."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. Of course, it isn t her voice, really.
It s the stuff she has to sing. I wonder who wrote that awful song."
"I did," was the answer.