A swarthy, stocky young man and a pretty young girl entered Manhattan's Municipal Building one day last week, went up to the second floor, marched into the marriage license room.
"Hamad Obadie. Stocking merchant. Born in Bagdad."
"Mary Yvette Nadeau. Born in Que-bec."
Paying $2 for a license, Mr. Obadie took his fiancée up to the third floor. There they found an official seated at a desk under a dingy cupid. Whipping through the marriage service at top speed he pronounced them man & wife in less than a minute.
Thus one flesh...