"This story tells the tale of one man, who having once experienced married bliss, thought he would be more contented to trot in single harness and was quite as capable of running an establishment as his better half. But he was not, and a very short experience told him so in unmistakable terms. One particular morning, of a particular kind familiar to most, or at least some men, he quarreled with his spouse at breakfast, for no other reason than that he was feeling out of sorts with himself; she was sweet and considerate; as all wives are, until sweetness ceased to be a virtue and she decided to leave him to "gang his gait alone" and she left him to return to a girl's first, and most stable love, her mother. The young husband was somewhat non-plussed on his return from the office the same evening, to discover that his wife had made good her threat of leaving him for good and all, but man-like thought for a brief spell that freedom tasted good. He commenced operations in the kitchen, lead in that direction by the gnawings of an empty stomach, he succeeded in doing his best to break up housekeeping and most of the available crockery and kitchen utensils, and after finding out that a crust of stale bread was decidedly cold comfort, sought the assistance of the employment agency. The specimens they sent for his approval did more than anything else to bring him back to a normal condition of mind and in despair he begs his wife to return. She does so, but disguised as a nigger wench. On viewing her orderly household in the state of disorder it happens to be in, she very naturally faints. On applying restoratives, to his astonishment, he discovers that her complexion is adjustable, and comes off. Under the black he sees the wife of his bosom, who is as well pleased as he is to fall into his open arms, leaving most of her complexion on his face, but that is a small matter. He 'promises to be good, kind and considerate, and just like a good sweet woman, she wipes the slate clean, and they begin all over again, with little fear that he will venture the experiment again." -The Nickelodeon, Jan. 21, 1911