So Not A Clinging Vine

My Romantic Adventures #56, June 1955I was quite delighted to come home tonight and for a nice change instead of bills in my letterbox, I found a billet from a friend. I stood in the driveway and laughed aloud as I read it: There’s nothing to discuss! What you need for a wife is a clinging vine - - so you’d better look elsewhere!

Sapphire was in Sydney for a flying visit and thought of me when she saw these vintage postcards. “There were so many to choose from”, she said, “including swamp monsters holding damsels in distress!” Delightful indeed.