Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 159, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 July 1916 — COMPANY M NOW HAS A BENEDICT [ARTICLE]

COMPANY M NOW HAS A BENEDICT

John E. Robinson, Member of Co. M, at Fort Harrison, Wedded Miss Beulah Kendall Monday. Miss Beulah Kendall, of Rensselaer, and John E. Robinson, son of Mrs. G. M. Robinson and a member of Co. M, now in camp at Fort Harrison, were married in the county court house Monday. They have the distinction of being Rensselaer’s first war bride and soldier-groom. The following was taken from Tuesday’s Indianapolis Star:

An honest-to-goodness war bride, a stalwart soldier in neat-fitting khaki and a versatile reporter who was villain and hero, too, figured in an almost tragic wartime comedy-drama in the Marion county court house and its matrimonial environs yesterday afternoon. The action of tihs thrillitig unphotographed drama in real life began before the desk of Russell P. marriage license clerk in the offices or the county clerk, when John E. Robinson, of Rensselaer, Ind., x a member of Co. M, Third regiment of infantry of the Indiana national guard,' approached Jewett with Beulah E. Kendall, also of Rensselaer, and made application for a marriage license. A wedding that had been planned for a month hence had been haitily afr ranged. R'obinson’s urfiform brought much attention to his bride and himself and by the time the license hac been made out practically all of the employes of the main floor of the ourt house had gathered around. With head erect and with his prospective bride on his arm, Robinson made a sally into the corridor only to be accosted by the party of the third part, the reporter and the writer of this painful narrative, who began to ply the soldier-bridegroom with the usual questions of the profession. Feeling the clasp'of fingers upon his arm, Robinson saw only a villain in regulation black mustache (and the villain couldn’t grow a black mustache with Wizard hair restorer) in front of him. “Begone! We’ll have none of this notoriety,” was the mumbling threat of Robinson, and, as it was supportec by a suggestion of biceps artillery fire, the reporter saw tactical advantage in retreat. Robinson evidently had reconnoitered earlier in the day, for without a moment's hesitation the valiant two strode across Delaware street and entered the offices of Squire Monte C. Fiscus. The reporter trailed the enemy in the meantime, having nothing else to do, and boldly ascended the steps toward the squire’s offices. On the top step he was met by the squire himself, who was out in search of a witness, and was led into the marriage parlors, and before any treaties of Ghent had even been suggested the villain of pad and pencil had attached his signature to the marriage iicense. Just then the soldier took his bride’s right hand at the direction of Squire Fiscus, and the next minute the villain without a black mustache was shaking hands with his two erstwhile enemies.