Awwww. The happy couple.
Bernice and camera lock unblinking eye: this is the happiest day of my life, and everything is going to be perfect from hereonin. Tom, he's espied some other skirt already.
Of all the houses on the block—that one on the left a typical example—only the Falkenburg home, right, has a giant wall of flora shielding it from the eyes of man. What are they hiding? The shame, apparently. That energy born and borne as opprobrium’s heir.
Dames sure are dizzy in this town.