1931 Cedrus Yearbook

CEDRUS Riproarin' Weddin' T HE home of Miss Doris Swaby, north of town, was a scene of a "Riproarin` Weddin'," Thursday evening, April 9, 1931, when the ceremony uniting Miss Rosebud Delicatessen and Mr. Archibald Hercules Headlight in the Holy Bonds of Wedlock was rudely disturbed by a rejected suitor, Mr. Joe Foster, and his gang of would-be desperadoes from Cedarville. It was one of those lovely evenings in April when sudden calamities occur. Twilight had stolen down upon the country home. Everything was in readiness for the wedding—almost. Downstairs the tables were set; the chicken simmering on the stove; the salad set aside to cool; ;he ice cream packed away in the cellar; the bridal flowers delivered and placed in a cool place; the bridal bower in the living room wait- ing invitingly; in the parlor the few early guests gathered idly gossiping. Upstairs was the flurry and excitement common with weddings. There was much excited questioning and directing, and much suffering as the stronger sex struggled with Tuxedos, and much anxiety as responsibility settled on inexperienced shoulders. Con- vention was overlooked. Both sexes mingled freely in the dressing rooms. It was not an unusual sight to behold a dainty Miss buttoning a perspiring gentleman into a stiff bosomed shirt, adjusting his suspenders, tying his shoe, etc. There was small talk of the gang's threat to "Bust up the weddin'." Suddenly the hub-bub inside subsided with a "WHOOP!" from the outside— subsided to break out anew in a changed atmosphere. The ladies paled or giggled hysterically; the gentlemen muttered behind their smart mustaches. The gang was attempting to carry out the threat. However, there was not undue anxiety for pre- cautions had been taken against uninvited guests—in the way of locked doors and win- dows. Thus, the dressing went on until a scream from a far room stilled the hub-bub once more. The unwelcome visitors had found an unlocked window and, swarming up over the porch roof were making a triumphant entry with shouts of victory. Then in- deed was the wedding party dismayed. The bride trembled. The minister, always a retiring, unassuming little gentleman rushed to the defense, waving aloft his white carnation. He grasped the sill of the raised window, crashed it down, well-nigh fracturing the skull of one ne'er-do-well who, unaware of the pending danger was following fast upon the heels of his predecessor. The fast following gang, however, soon routed the Reverend Gentleman, who dismayed at his attempted assassisation retired to think it over. The gang meanwhile had gained entrance and its members had arranged themselves about the bridal bower where with loud laughter and rude jesting they awaited the ceremony. The wedding proceeded as if nothing had happened. Just before the processional Miss Nina Stevenson sang "Because" and "I Love You Truly." These numbers were boisterously applauded by the intruders. Then to the measured beat of the Wedding March played by Miss Lenora Skinnel came the processional. First came the ushers, Messrs. Martin and Swaby; then, the little flower girl, Miss Lois Cultice; then, the little ring bearer, Master Martha Lackey; then, the bridesmaids, Misses Bradley, Auld, McLaughlin, Waddle; these were followed by the Maid of Honor, Miss Rachel Douthett, lovely in pink, carrying pink and white sweet peas; lastly, came the bride, (Miss Helen Powers) upon the arm of her father Dr. B. Elias. She was more than lovely in her white georgette gown and veil. In her arms she carried a huge boquet of White Madonna Lillies and white sweet peas. The wedding party was met at the Ninety-one