My Romance Blasted
THIS chapter is one I would not have written but for the insistence of my relatives and friends who are aware of the injustice done me by the press and have persuaded me that it is only fair to myself and them that I state, for once and all, the true facts of the case.
The subject is my divorce from my first wife, Hugga Much, or rather (thanks to perjured evidence and a "judge" so crooked that the state automobile association had fairly plastered his body with signs reading "Danger! Reverse Curve Ahead!") her divorce from me.
We had been married only a few years when the storm broke. We were living in Gluten, N. Y., and while nominally proprietors of the post office there, were cleaning up a tidy fortune through the barter of dog muzzles, assorted leashes and fleabane. It netted us so little profit to conduct