The young husband criticized the biscuits his bride served him for breakfast, employing the usual comparison. Instead of weeping, as some brides would, she got busy and set before him the next morning a plate of hot biscuits alleged to be the "real thing."
"Now you've got it," he exclaimed delightedly. "These are exactly like mother used to make. How did you happen to hit upon the recipe?"
"It's no great secret," said his wife. "I put in oleo instead of butter, used cold storage eggs, dropped bits of alum in the flour, and adulterated the milk. Remember, sweetie, that mama lived before the enactment of pure food laws ..."
---------------A Final Thought ...
"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph."
- Shirley Temple Black (b. 1928), US screen actor, diplomat, ambassador