Man, He Must've Really Hate Them.

Man, he must've really hate them.

"Carrie let's go to a movie!"

April 21, 1922 Ain't It a Grand and Glorious Feelin'? by Clare Briggs

Caption: You have a duty call that simply must be made. [ID: A balding man with a black mustache and glasses argues angrily with his wife, a flustered matronly woman. /end] Husband: Can't we get out of it some way? Wife: NO! We MUST make that call. Get on your things.

Caption: And you get into your glad rags and are started off like a lamb to slaughter. [ID: The wife helps her husband put his coat and hat on as he continues to yell. /end] Wife: We should have made this call a month ago. Husband: I'd rather be kicked all over town.

Caption: And every block you walk, you hate the thing more and more. [ID: They walk down the street together. /end] Husband: Let's not stay long. Wife: Stop your fussing.

Caption: And you finally reach the door and ring the bell. [ID: The husband grumpily presses the doorbell with his thumb as his wife reproaches him. /end] Wife: For GOODness sake, stop grumbling and look pleasant. Husband: Of all the people in the world I DON'T want to see, these are THOSE!

Caption: And the maid comes to the door and says: Maid: They went to Europe yesterday.

Caption: Oh-h-h, boy! Ain't it a gr-r-rand and glor-r-rious feelin'? ♫ Ta tata TYA ♫ [ID: The husband happily walks away with his wife. /end] Wife: All your fuss for nothing. Husband: Carrie, let's go to a movie.