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Show WHO MAKES THE PROPOSAL? Accordlncj to Smoking Moom Authority, It it the Woman Who Generally Sugfleats Marriage. The contented somnolenc after-dinner group around the iino fng room Ore was disturbed by tho noisy dropping of a magazine. "A silly love btory, all wntlmci tnl ,oeeheS," explained the rentier. -Bci'ina very unreal to me. But I suVo I can't Judge of those thns. No man knows, for Instance, how another an-other proposes." mli..l -Men never do propose" growled tlic misogynist sprawling In tho room-c,t room-c,t of the armchairs. "Ninety-nine women out of n hundred take the proposal pro-posal for granted, nnd I'm ready to bet that not one of you proposed to ymir W There was a brief silence as each man musingly turned the dlu) rage" t his memory. Then one man lniiRliwI nnd sold: "Now, when I think of It you are quite right In my case. 1 didn't proposo to Alice. She was one of 11 large, lively family, und nil I ho brothers and sisters were my friends. Gradually It happened that Allte was my partner at golf or tennis more often than any of her sisters. When I announced an-nounced that I had been made Junior ; partner In my firm, Alice's mother kissed me nnd said: 'I'm so glad. , Tom. Now you and Alice enn bo married at last.' So we were nnd a Jolly good thing It wns for me." "When you think of my quiet little wife," said Drown, tho boisterous, masterful mas-terful ono of the group, "you might Imagine that I clubbed her Into submission; sub-mission; but, ns a matter of fnct, she married me. We had known one another an-other from childhood, und one day when she snw me she said, 'You have a button off your coat and you ore going to huvo Influenza. I'd better mnrry you when you get well again Jtist to keep you In order.' That's all the proposing that took place In our case. Dut what about Grayson there? A man who eanm his living by writing short stories must surely have snld something poetic when he proposed." "I didn't," snld Grayson, ns he re-niled re-niled his pipe. "I was helping Kitty to distribute favors at her sister's wedding. 'I suppose we'll have to go through this horrible fuss some Jay," I groaned, 'l'es, I suppose we shall,' she sold." Continental Edition of the London Mall. |
