The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-09-04
FRIDAY, s SEPTEM BER 4. 1868. :. .
NfatteF. NIatrImoniaI.

Girls are sometimes sharp in urging
men to ask hequestions which by ETH
quette they are not allowed to ask
themselves, A lover, vainly trying to
explain some scientific theory to his
fair inamorate said: 0''a' %" "
The question is difficult, and [ don't
seeawhat IcaPs do to make elear.'l
Suppose you pop it, whispered the
.blushing damsel.
Miss Brown said a young fellow to
a brisk burnette, 4 have been to learn
to tell fortunes, Just let me have your
hand ifyou please 1.- r7-r
la Mr.. White, how sudden you
srel Well, go ask pa .f..s..-
That reminds US of story of PROBES
Hsor Wilson. A young man who bad
gained the affections of his daughter,
waited upon Papa and stated his case,
Of which the Professor had a previous
inkling. The young gentleman was
directed to desire the lady to come tC
her father, and doubtless her obedience
was prompt. Professor Wilson had be-
fore him, in review, some work on the
fy-leaf of which was duly inscribed
With the authors eompliments' He
He tore this out, pinned it to che
daughters dress, solemnly led her %
her young lover, and went back to his
work. s.1 .19sIa4 us gi-s sa
Often times a girl says mo- to an Of
fer, when it is plain as the nose on her
face, she means yes The best way to
Judge whether she is in earnest or not
is to look straight into her eyes and
never mind her nose. .qr
There are some people that never
pop the question but once. They are
cautious; they love with their whole
hearts before they ask that all impor-
tsnt question, and they never love again.
Others 60 through life popping to
every girl they are fortunate enough to
be introduced to, and to be treated
civilly by, and are never answered yes.
He that says bluntly, will you marry
me9' has no music in his soul, or is a
widower, courting a house and farm.
Popping the question in Peru is
very romantic. The suitor appears on
the appointed evening, with gaily
dressed troubadour, under the balcony
of his beloved. The singer steps be.
fore the aoWer-bedecked window, and
sings her beauties in the name of her
lover. lie compares her size to that Of
a palm tree, her lips to two blushiDg
rose-buds, and her womanly form to
that of dove, With assumed harsh
ness, the lady asks her lover: .,,-
who are you, and what do you
wautp
He answers, With ardent confidence
The dove l do adorel The stars
live in the harmony of love, and why
should we not, too, love each otherp
Then the proud beauty gives herself
away, she takes her flower wreath from
her hair, and throws it down to her
lover, promising to be his forever r
Some people consider these matters
very pbilosophieally. A love-smitten
professor in one of our colleges, after
conversiDg awhile with his Duleiues on
the interesting subject of matrimony,
concluded at last with \ declaration,
and put the emphatic question Of
.WiIl you have mel .5.a,....-
4 am sorry 10 disappoint you, re-
piled the lady, 'and hope my refusal
win not give pain, but must answer
mo- @
We'll, well, that will do, madam, ;
said philosophical lover; 'aud now sup
pose we change the subject
A gentleman kuown by the name of
Dodd, who is matter-of-fact business
man, who always gets goods at the
lowest price, began to get rather ad.
vanced in years. lie called on lady
friend, and inquired what she thought
about the sdvissblity Of bis getting
married. s--s
'Oh, Mr.. Dodd, that is an affair in
which l am not greatly interested, and
prefer to leave it TO yourself
But said Dodd, you are interested (;
and, my dear girl, will you marry me 2
The young lady blushed, hesitated,
and finally, as Dodd was very well to
do in the world, she accepted him.
Whereupon the matter Of fact Dodd
coolly responded: 5.i '''' 80 a..'
We'll, we'll, FlI look about, aud if 1
don't End anybody that suits me better
than you, I'll come back. aaioJ
But often conversations in reference
10 these matters partake more Of acerb-
ity. -H g 7a @ ,l.l'
A very diminutive specimen of a
man lately solicited the hand Of a fine
buxom young girl. 1sa ssss5 ssa
.Oh, no, said the fair insulting LADY,
4 can't think of it for a moment The
fact, is, John, you're a little too big for
a cradle, and q little too small to 60 to
church with. y.