A PROPOSAL

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 73, 15 January 1947, Page 7

A PROPOSAL

Nora kept house for Uncle Pat, Some said the Colleen had a bat Or two within her belfry fair; She had Irish eyes and wavy hair, And no cause to be afraid Of becoming an old maid. One day Nora answered the door, To a gent she ne’er had seen before; Looking very spick and span, A most presentable young man—- “ Your parden, Miss, for the liberty Of introducing myself, you see I have an urgent proposal to make To you, for your own sweet sake.” Nora blushingly said “Come in.” “Thank you Miss, before I begin To get down to my pleasant task, Some urgent questions I must ask; Your name and age, your parents too.” “Sure Sir, but why all this to do? Father and Mother both are dead, Uncle Pat says he’ll never wed. “And how did you father meet his end?” “Well Sir, were you not my friend, How father died I would not tell; It happened one day when he fell And hurt his neck, it ne’er got well.” “His neck! Was it the vocal cord?” “No Sir, it was because My Lord, The Judge, said Dad hadn’t a hope Of evading the hangman’s rope. Now if your anxious to marry me, A true and faithful wife I’ll be.” “Marry you! Why a sad mistake, The proposal I was about to make, Was a life insurance policy— Here it is please read and see.” “So! You have the neck to come to me! After what they did to Father, I tell you Sir that I would rather Be hung, than marry a deceiver, I always was an unbeliever In men like you, so spick and span—- “ Get out!” The agent turned and ran). H. SERGANT.