Nat Goodwin and a friend were walking along Fifth Avenue one afternoon when they stopped to look into a florist's window, in which there was an artistic arrangement of exquisite roses.
"What wonderful American Beauties those are, Nat!" said the friend delightedly.
"They are, indeed," replied Nat.
"You see, I am very fond of that flower," continued the friend. "In fact, I might say it is my favorite. You know, Nat, I married an American beauty."
"Well," said Nat dryly, "you haven't got anything on me. I married a cluster."
