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Show WHO MAKES THE' PROPOSAL? According to Smoking Room Authority, It is the Woman 'Who Generally '' Suggests Marriage. The contented somnolence, of the after-dinner group around the -smoking room lire was disturbed by the noisy dropping of a magazine. VA .silly love .-I cry, -'all sentimental speeches," explained Uie reader.' "Seems very unreal ' to Vine. But I suppose I can't ju'lge'of these things. No man knows, f-instance, how an other proposes.! " "Men never do- propose," grrAvled the mlsqgynist sprawling in the roomiest room-iest oFRie armchairs. "Ninety-nine women out of a hundred take the prb-' prb-' posal for granted, and I'm ready to bet that not one of youv-proposed to your wife.'l There was a brief silence as each man musingly turned the dim pages of Ills memory. Then one man laughed and said: "Now, when I think of, it you are quite right in my cuse. ... I didn't propose to Alice. She was one of a large, lively family,, and all the brothers and sisters were my friends. Gradually D happened that Alice was i my partner at golf or tennis more often than any of her sisters. When I announced an-nounced that I had. Seen made junior partner in my firm, Alice's mother kissed me and said : 'I'm ' so glad, Son). Now you and Alice can be nfrirried at last.' 'So we were and a jolly good thing it was for me." j- "When you think of my quiet little wife," said Brown, the lioistOM'pus, mas tei-fut Cjue of the group, "you. , might imagine:' that I clubbed her into submission; sub-mission; hut, as a matter, of fact, she ni'nrried me. We had knwn one another an-other from childhood, and one day when she saw me she said, 'You have a button off your coat and you are going to have influenza; I'd better marry you when you get well' again I just, to keep you in order.' That's all the -proposing that took place in our case.. But what about Grayson there? A man who earns his living hy writing short stories ,nju.st surely have said sofafling poetic tvhen he proposed." "I didn't,", said Grayson, as.he refilled re-filled his pipe. "I was helping Kitty to distribute favors at her sister's wedding. T suppose we'll have to go through this horrible fuss some day,' I groaned. 'Yes, I suppose we shall,' she said." Continental Edition of the London Mail. |