Perhaps it might be nearer realisation, growls the cynic, if we could only produce men according to demand, as we do horses, and promptly send them to the slaughter-house when past their prime—which, of course, is not to be thought of.

Their good friends Maurice and Lora Dell Freed served as best man and bridesmatron.

What's the zoom like on your camera?

This dope is apeshit.