["I have personal knowledge of marriages resulting from motor-car courtships."—The Hon. C. S. Rolls.—Daily Express.]
When Reginald asked me to drive in his car
I knew what it meant for us both,
For peril to love-making offers no bar,
But fosters the plighting of troth.
To the tender occasion I hastened to rise,
So bought a new frock on the strength of it,
Some china-blue chiffon—to go with my eyes—
And wrapped up my head with a length of it.
"Get in," said my lover, "as quick as you can!"