There is living in Illinois a solemn man who is often funny without meaning to be. At the time of his wedding, he lived in a town some distance from the home of the bride. The wedding was to be at her house. On the eventful day the solemn man started for the station, but on the way met the village grocer, who talked so entertainingly that the bridegroom missed his train.
Naturally he was in a "state." Something must be done, and done quickly. So he sent the following telegram:
Don't marry till I come.—HENRY.