POPPING THE QUESTION.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1049, 26 May 1882, Page 3

POPPING THE QUESTION.

A Brooklyn paper says : —Let ns suppose hat the lady has been out during the evening before to a party. The gentlemen might say that she looks fatigued. On her rejoining that this was a foolish thought he will get an opportunity of saying, “Not foolish, Emily ; I feel too much interest in you to permit ray own wishes to run counter to your welfare.” This is properly called the magnificent style of beginning. But very often the young lady is considerate enough to assist her bashful lover. For instance, there was once a timid fellow who was fond of borrowing John Phoenix's j ikes; when she asked him how he felt, he avenged himself according to the Phoenix plan of being definite, and said he felt “ about 88 per cent.” “ Indeed,” she said, with a demure look. “are you never going to par?” And she got in her work that evening. Another young man was saying, as he scratched a luctfer on the side of the house, “I like these houses with sanded paint ; nice when you want to strike a match you know.” “ Is that so ?” she asked demurely’; “ I wish I lived in a house with sanded paint,” and then she looked things unutterable. If he hid asked “What for?” she would have hated him. But he didn’t. He took the hint, and the match was struck then and there.—This method of “giving a hint” has been put poetically in this way : Young Fred, a bashful yet persistent

swam. Was very much in love with Mary Jane. One night she told him in her teuderest

tone, “ It is not good for man to he alone.’

Said Fred, “Just so, you darling little elf ; I’ve often thought of that same thing myself”’

Then said the lass, while Fred was all

agog, “ You ought to buy yourself a terrier dog.’ What may he called a pliysio'ogical proposal is illustrated by the case of Miss Mary Flynn and Mr Build, The young lady—a Boston girl, by the way - was studying medicine, and Mr Budd was courting her. One evening, while they were sitting together in the parlour. Mr Budd was thinking how he should manage to propose. Mi»s Fiynn was explaining certain physiological facts for him. “Do you know,” she said, “ that thousands of persons are ignorant “ that they smell with their olfactory peduncle?” “Millions of ’em,” replied Mr Budd. “ And Aunt Mary wouldn’t believe me when I told her she couldn’t wink without a sphincter ‘muscle 1" “ How unreasonable.” “ Why, a person cannot kiss without sphincter !” “ Indeed !” “ I know it is so !” “ May I try if I can?” “ Oh, Mr Budd, it is too had for you to make light of such a subject.” Then he tried, it, and while he held her han I she explained to him about the muscles of that portion of the human body. “Willie,” whispered Mias Flynn very faintly. “ What, darling ?” “ I can hear your heartbeat.” “It beats Only for you, my angel.” “ And it sounds out of order. The ventricular contraction is not uniform.” “ Small wonder for that, when its bursting for joy.” “ Yon must put yourself under treatment for it, I will give you some medicine.” “ It’s ymir own property, darling ; do what you please with it.”