§ 322 It Very Often Proves Fatal
A literal and simple-minded man, by birth a German, sent his wife to the hospital for an operation. The operation was performed in the forenoon. In the afternoon, when he quit work, the husband called to inquire how the patient had stood the ordeal. The nurse told him that she seemed to be improving.
Early the next morning he was on hand asking for the latest tidings from the sick-room, and again he was informed that his wife still appeared to be improving. Twice daily all through the week he received similar reports.
But one morning when he called he was met with the distressing news that she had passed away. In a daze the widower started down the street to find an undertaking establishment. On the way he met an acquaintance and the latter said:
“Well, how’s your wife to-day?”
“She iss dead,” answered the bereft one.
“Ach!” said his friend. “That’s too bad. I thought she was getting along first rate. What did she die of?”
“Improvements.”