Harry was delighted when he found a young
woman who accepted his proposal of marriage as he was sensitive about his wooden leg and a
bit afraid no one would have him. In fact, he couldn't bring himself to tell his fiancée'
about his leg when he slipped the ring on her finger, nor when she bought the dress, nor
when they picked the time and place. All he kept saying was, "Darling, I've got a big
surprise for you," at which she blushed and smiled bewitchingly.
The wedding night came and went and the
young couple were at last alone in their hotel room. "Now don't forget, Harry, you
promised me a big surprise," said the bride.
Unable to say a word, Harry turned out the
lights, unstrapped his wooden leg, slipped into be, and placed his wife's hand on the
stump.
"Hmmmmmm," she said softly,
"That IS a surprise. But pass me the Vaseline and I'll see what I can do!"
