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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 281, 30 November 1935, Page 14

A 20-stone man was uninjured in a recent motor accident. A car struck him in what would be known as the small of the back if it were anybody else, and he was badly shaken. A Diplomatic Wooer. “Will you be mine, darling?” he said, plucking up his courage. “Can you afford to dress me well, if I marry you?” she asked. “It all depends on what you consider being dressed well,” said the practical young man. “If you mean dresses from Paris, I can’t afford them. Nor do you need them.” “I don’t?” she exclaimed. “No,’-’ he told her. “Your beauty requires no'shoddy adornment to set it off, and it will always eclipse any dress you may wear, no matter how expensive. ’ No one who looks at you sees your dresses. The perfection of face and grace of figure only are noted. AU finery sinks into cheap insignificance beside them. Such knick-knacks are for girls who need them. What satin is like your skin? What silk can outshine your hair? What costly cosmetics and exotic perfumes can compare with your own lips, cheeks, and eyes?” “James, take me. I’m yours!” And she collapsed in his arms.