conquest; divorce, the inquest.

Most marriages, nowadays, seem built for speed rather than for
endurance.

A divorcee is one who has graduated from the Correspondence School of
Experience.

Marriage, according to the merry Widow-reno, is a "perfectly lovely
experience to have _had_!"

Grass Widow: The angel whom a man loved, the human being he married, and
the devil he divorced.

Most actresses are married--now and then; most literary women--off and
on; most society women--from time to time.

In olden days, the lover cried, in burning words and brave,
"Oh darling, be my Queen, my Bride--and let me be your slave!"
But nowadays, he murmurs, over cigarette and tea,
"Say, when you get your _next_ divorce, will you (puff) marry me?"

When a woman obtains her second divorce, one hardly knows whether to
class her as a good loser, a bad chooser, or just a "poor sport."

Why is it that when a man hears that a woman has had a "past," he is
always so anxious to brighten up her present?

Many a woman's sole reason for getting a divorce is because she is tired
of holding onto heaven with one hand and onto a man with the other.

When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they
"don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last,
begun to.

That "just-after-the-divorce" feeling is not the exhilarating thing many
people imagine it. It is more like the mingled sensation of pain and
relief that comes the moment after you have removed a tight slipper and
before the ache has subsided.

Divorce is the Great Divide, over which most men expect to pass into the
Happy Hunting Grounds.

Reno! The land of the free and the grave of the home!

THIRD INTERLUDE

IN the abstract a man admires nobility and intelligence in a woman; but
in the concrete he always prefers a bird of Paradise to a wren, a
decoration to an inspiration and incense to common sense.

"Intuition" is what a man calls a girl's ability to see through him,
before marriage; "suspicion" is what he calls it, after marriage.

Satan, himself, could no doubt make any woman love him, if he took the
trouble to convince her that it was "her beauty that drove him to
Hades."

Of course, polygamy is dreadful; but, at least, an Oriental wife can
come within four or five guesses of knowing where her husband spends his
evenings.

Take care of a woman's vanity--and her love will take care of itself.

Ever since Eve