The blissful couple, excited about their marriage, fawned over each other so much that their fellow riders complained. The following is an article about the so-called “appalling event:” Now, what’s the use of it? When a couple get married and go off on a bridal tour, why so misbehave themselves as to be “spotted” by every man, woman and child on the train for “fresh fish?” How silly the thing must appear to them when they look back after a period of six months. Are we fools when in love, and are we idiots when we marry? The couple I have in mind had a seat in the middle of the car. She was his’n and he was her’n. All the tomfoolery of courtship days was over. The preacher had made things right, and her father would no longer set the dog on him or place torpedoes around the gate. She didn’t show the least disposition to jump out of the car window, but all the sudden, he grabbed her by the paw. She grabbed back. Then he leaned over at an angle of 45 degrees, and she fell toward him.
