WOMEN PROPOSE TO RICH OFFICER.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LIII, Issue 300, 13 May 1911, Page 9

WOMEN PROPOSE TO RICH OFFICER.

HKAPS OK LOVE-LETTERS FOLLOW REMARK ABOUT. LOXEUX ESS. The experience, of Colonel Edward Green, the son of Mrs. Hetty Green, the richest woman in America, should be" a warning to all rich and marriageable men not to mention the word loneliness. Not long ago this tall, athletic, keen young American happened to make a remark about the loneliness of Xew York, and is said to have added that he might wed if he met the right sort of girl. Hardly had the words found their way into print than the colonel received stacks of letters from women who were quite ready to help to drive loneliness out of his life by marrying him. The offers came from'all sorts of women in many different countrie-, and now his experiences are being described in a New York newspaper, -ays the Daily Telegraph. Colonel Green, a great strapping fellow, while he inherits his mother's undoubted financial ability, is also a ready spender of money, and fulfils admirably the Trish description of a "real broth .if a boy." Fifty per cent, of the letters are'from young Indie, anxious to get. their portraits into the papers, but others are apparently genuine. "Xoto the perfume." exclaimed the colonel, whimsically picking out letters at random. "Most of theni are scented. Here's one from Constantinople, and no doubt if one had time to look them over there would be a few from China and Japan and a dozen from Canada."' Xo. be was not proud of receiving the letters, and did not intend an-wering them. One statuesque brunette enclosed her photograph, and asked the colonel to meet her in the dining-room of a fashionable Xew York hotel last Saturday. She said she would wear a black dress and a red rose.

"If you like nits don't, please, be afraid to approach me," said the missive. Col. (ireen admitted that he went down to the dining-room just out of curio-ity. She was there right enough, black dress, red rose, and all complete. "Did .she see. me? Sir, I gue-s not,'' said the colonel. One of the letters addressed to the colonel was as follows: "Your photograph in the paper does not look like a million-dollar face, but just a common, every-day sort. Your collar looks sensible, and makes me think of my dear old dad. T want a veal man to marry me, and 1 want him to feel that I'm just part of his life, to cut his magazines, put oh his slippers, and be part of his furniture."

An actress, wdio wrote from Bournemouth, England, said she had left her profession on account, of nerves, anil now she had made herself beautiful by discovering a "cure for greasy faces, which she hoped the colonel would be'able to promote."