The Coolidge examiner., 1933-09-01
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By Isabel Wiley Crear
q. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service
6 OHNNY, please don't propose
to me nOw," Nancy suddenly
said, signing impatiently.

kA OHNNY, please don't propose
to me now," Nancy suddenly
said, signing impatiently.
you always propose to me when
I'm watching Ted do something.
Oh, look at that perfectly gorgeous
loop! Ted told me if we'd come to
the field today he'd keep my eyes
on him. There's another, the reck-
less, darling. Ted is grand at every
thing, isn't he? Johnny grunted.
If he hadn't been a gentleman he'd
have glOried in seeing a wing fall
off Ted's plane. Those maneuvers
of Ted's were insultingly snowy,
just as his skillful forward-passing
and his clever boxing and his dash
ing glee club solos were plays to
the grandstand-and to Nancy. His
hate for Ted was complete, as only
a jealous hate can be. For Ted ex-
celled in every phase of university
life, even TO the apparent winning of
Nancy's favor, while Johnny was
only-oh-"a likeable sort of chap"
Nancy suddenly turned to Johnny
with scOrn in her voice.
why don't you ever do anything
besides sitting on the side lines and
proposing to me?' she demanded.
You can't fly"
Mother says it will kill her if
1 ever went up in a plane" he fall
tered.
You don't play football"
Johnny flinched.
Mother always said it is too
rough a sport"
You don't box" she mercilessly
continued.
Don't torment me, Nancy" he
groaned. Mother is sure I'd be mu-
tilated if 1 ever boxed"
"Oh, Johnny, you're hopeless. And
yet you keep on proposing to me.
Don't you realize that girl wants
the man who is proposing to her
to be something, football hero, a
| daring pilot, boXer-a somebody
If you must propose, and can't be
a hero, why don't you choose a ro-
mantle moment? Don't you even
sing? l think" she said dreamingly
shat on a June night, with the
scent of clematis in the air, the
moon shining softly and a warm
breeze blowing, if a man should
sing the Londonderry Air and then
ask me to marry him I'd accept him
no matter who he was. Johnny" she
begged, looking into his eyes
Choose the right time the next time
you propose, but don't do it now
l must go-Tm going to my aunt's
tonight, and she expects me for
! dinner"
Instead of feeling discouraged
Johnny started jauntily to the
music store an hour later, whistling
merrily. Sing? OF course he could
sing. Anyone could sing. Look at
Ted, for instance, who sang two OF
three times week over the uni.
versity radio station. Why, he could
sing rings around Ted, if he had
just thought of it before.
II want a song-'The London.
merry Air, or Londonderry :" he an,
nounced breezily to the clerk.
"You mean The Londonderry
Air." she smiled patronizingly. She
selected two songs from a sheaf OF
music. "Just glance through these
arrangements and see which one
you want"
Jerry opened one and read the
first line.
would God l were a tender ap.
pie blossom"
He could go not further. His eyes
widened with disgust. Sing that
he-Johnny t'razee-siZ feet two
and a hundred and eighty pounds
He tossed the song scornfully aside
the counter. If it were about any
more tender apple blossoms he'd,
Well, this was better--a little. "Oh
Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are
calling" There must be some mis-
take, though. These completely un-
related songs could not both be the
Londonderry Air"
"The music is the same for both
songs" the clerk assured him. 1.-THE
tune is the old Londonderry Air
Johnny paid for Danny Boy"
taking great care not to pick up the
apple blossoms by mistake. Now
for learning it.
He ran up the steps of the Sigma
house, went on up to the library,
and opened his music out on the
piano. The piano bench was miss
ing, so he drew up an easy chair,
sat on the arm of it. and pecking
out the first few measures with one
finger, he raised his voice in song.
"Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the
pipes are calling"
"A-hem," he cleared his throat.
mot so hot"
He tried it again and again. 1t