"It is 'plane' that I love you," he began.
"Is that on the 'level'? she asked.
"Haven't I always been on the 'square' with you?"
"But you have many 'vises,'" she remonstrated.
"Not a 'bit' of it," he asserted.
"What made you 'brace' up?" she quieried coquettishly.
"The fact that I 'saw' you," he replied, with a bow.
"I ought to 'hammer' you for that," she answered saucily.
"Come and sit by me on the 'bench,'" he urged.
Suppose the other should 'file' in;" she murmured. "You shouldn't let your arms 'compass' me."
"I know a preacher who is a good 'joiner,' he suggested, and they rushed off for the license.
-- The Utah Farmer, August 28, 1915