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Evening Star, Issue 24283, 26 August 1942, Page 6

Young Spooner was visibly embarrassed. He blushed, cleared his throat, fidgeted, pulled at his collar, bit his lip, snapped his fingers, and cracked his ankle joint. Mary thought she recognised the signs and trembled for joy. “ Mary,” he at, length managed to say, “ I—l’d like to speak to your father!” “At last!” she thought. Aloud she said; “ He’s in the other room, dea —er. George.” Young Spooner arose and sought the desired presence. In a few minutes he returned, his face one radiant sunbeam. He said “ Good-night,” and left. Mary rushed in to her father. “ Oh. dad ! ” she exclaimed, bursting with excitement, “ what did George ask you ?” And while her ears fairly flapped to learn that George had asked her hand in marriage, papa replied: “ He borrowed car fare home.”