The Spendthrift Wife
Clancy was brooding over his beer at the barroom and said to his friend, “I tell you, Mulligan, I don’t know what I’m going to do about my wife.”
“What is it now?”
“The same old thing—money. She’s always asking for money! Only last Thursday, she wanted ten dollars! Yesterday she was around asking for twenty! And this morning, if you please, she demanded fifty dollars!”
“What does she do with all the money, for heaven’s sake?”
“There’s no way of finding out. I never give her any.”