"Well, the San Francisco man. He seemed most attrractive."
"The insurance broker?" I went on.
"Too much of a playboy, no sense of responsibility and much too agreeable to make life intersting."
"The tennis champion?"
We soon arrived at Beery's. Old Noah himself, minus the ark, came tearing out.
"Thelma!" he breathed unctuously and rapturously, "how perfectly ravishing you look!" And durn it, if the girl didn't blush again. Beery raved on. Thelma was actually embarrassed.
"You are the limit - acting like a school-girl instead of an ex-school marm. If you hear that line once a day, you hear it a dozen." And s'help me, she blushed again.
So here's giving you the low-down - all of you great he-men who read this. Thelma's on the lookout of a real person in the form of a matrimonial partner. Amd heavens! I almost forgot to tell you - she can cook! And how! So you know the requirements. If you haven't them she won't be interested. One of you lucky guys can get her. Only don't blame me if you're killed in the stampede!