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Ohinemuri Gazette, Volume XXII, Issue 2786, 5 May 1911, Page 2

It was that which caught his fancy in the ballroom's dreamy whirl ; not her eyes, her lips, her laughter, but her shining golden curl. And when first his love he faltered, did he ask for hand or girl ? Not a bit. He said he hungered just to press that tiny curl. Throb of music, breath ot flowers, mist of tulle and gleam of pearl came the bride, a radient vision — 'mid her lace the straying curl. None could tell just how it happened, gust of wind or nee showers' swirl ; but—the carriage hid her blushes—on the pavement lay that curl.