You will meet your future husband (or wife) to-night.

Prosperity and love await you.

A lap full of money and a lap full of children.

Change your mind before it is too late.

You have made the right choice.

Your love is not returned.

She is tired of Taffy, try chocolates.

Thee does not love him as much the(e)auto.

You have too many beaux to your string.

Your face is your fortune, but poverty is no crime.

Fate has deceived you; you will be left in the lurch, waiting at the


Your mate is true blue; what color are you?

Press your suit again; it needs it.

A kiss in time may save nine others taking a chance.

Dame Fortune says, "A good wife, Happy days, a long life."

You are well bred, but doomed to travel in single harness.

Your better half will be a silver one.

Your heart is like a street car--carries many passengers and always

room for one more.

The fates decree

You shall married be

In the year of 1923.

Ask her--two can live as cheap as one, in fact cheaper, on the same


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