When Hon. Preach explain to Bride how she must take that man for worse & more of it, she seem to feel no alarm. He warned her about several things which I could not hear. Still she was determined to be married. So Hon. Bridebroom, who seem too entranced to remember, borrow a ring from Best Man and Miss Scott became a Mrs. Wildly onrush of friends now ensued. Kissing heard everwheres amidst sobs & other joy. Most elderly gentlemans was most dutiful about kissing Bride. “No one shall be permitted this salute except relatives!” holla Hon. Bridebroom appearing slightly frantic. “Then _we_ must be included,” report 16 humouristic college friends. “We are fraternity brothers to you.” They approach with happy mob. Nextly come wedding brekfast. This was the most latest brekfast I ever passed food for. Also it was so innapropriate for brekfast, because wine was served instid of eggs. And the only toast which they ate was drank amidst speeches. Everytime somebody poke forth harsh word about Hon. Bridebroom it seem laughing-signal for all. “This young man,” report Uncle Henry to Hon. Bride while he rose upward, “This young man remind me dishagreeably of his Uncle Hiram which led a wild life and was sent to Congress in his old age. Be careful or he will do likewise.” The blushing Bride seem very calm. It was the Bridebroom who done nearly all the blushing. Pretty soonly the recent Mr & Mrs Sweetberry make quick-change to railroad clothing and elope together to hack outside. While they was walking down front steps those 16 humouristic college chums suddenly give Black Hand signal. WHOSH!! 42 gallons selected rice make cyclone upon hat-plumage of that Mrs Bride who escape with screem to carriage. BOMB!! 12 complete carpet slippers hit Mr Bridebroom with accurate target-practice just as he was lifting his legs into that cab. More feetware mingled with rice arrive in droves and hit Hon. Carriage with angry strokes. My Samurai soul stood endwise with alarm. I should prevent this cruelty. “O stop!” I holla, roshing forwards. “Why should you attack them young folks and drive them forth with brutality after what they has went through? Toss one more rubber boot and I shall rebuke you with my rages.” While thusly I spoke one 2nd handed ballroom slipper stroked my hair and I walk away feeling absent in my brain. Hoping you are the same Yours truly _Hashimura Togo_. XII FALL CLEANING _To Editor Good Housekeeping Magazine, who realise how collapsed home life looks when being cleaned._ Dear Mr: