They had just been married and were on their honeymoon. They put up at the biggest hotel in town. HE felt indisposed, and so his bride said she would run out and do a little shopping. IN a short time she returned and started up to her room, a little awed by the number of doors that all looked the alike. But she was sure of her own, and tapped gently onthe panel. "I'm back, honey, let me in," she whispered. No Answer. "Honey, honey, let me in!" She called, knocking again. Still no answer. "Honey, honey, it's Mary, let me in." A silence for several seconds; then a man's voice, cold and full of dignity, came from the other side of the door." Madam, this is not a beehive; this is the bathroom."