I don’t see how old Bertie here is actually much of a catch, being such a dismissive male chauvinist and all. Nonetheless our flapperish heroine seems to have captured him fair and square, by the old trick of getting inside his defenses and upsetting his preconceived notions:

Artwork and poem are from an August 1932 issue of Love Story Magazine, which was a nicely-designed romance pulp. The poem reads:

The Dance
By Bert Cooksley

Girls were pretty things, I said,
But only made for fairest weather;
Like orchids, they were quickly fled–
And then, my dear, we danced together.

Love, I said, was sweet and fair.
But all too closely like a feather.
Helpless in the rainy air–
And then, my sweet, we danced together.

Marriage was, I said, a yoke,
A subtle and all-binding tether
Making liberty a joke–
And then, my love, we danced together!

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