Party Pooper
During a rather rowdy party, one unattached female guest kept disappearing into a back bedroom with one man after another, including the host.
This did not go unnoticed by the host’s wife, who was quietly smoldering, but kept her composure, so as not to ruin the party.
It was still fairly early when “Miss Willing” approached the hostess, looking somewhat frazzled and rumpled. “I’m sorry to rush off,” she exclaimed, “but I don’t feel too well.”
“Of course, I understand, My Dear,” was the hostess’ rejoinder. “You must have a splitting ‘backache.’”