A war was going on, and one day, the papers being full of the grim details of a bloody battle, a woman said to her husband:
“This slaughter is shocking. It’s fiendish. Can nothing he done to stop it?”
“I’m afraid not,” her husband answered.
“Why don’t both sides come together and arbitrate?” she cried.
“They did,” said he. “They did, ‘way back in June. That’s how the gol-durned thing started.”
