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- Buffalo NY Courier - 12/3/1913
Guards, policemen, turnkeys, prisoners,
probation officers, court stenographers
and even the austere judges
themselves, felt their lips impulsively
puckering into the strains of Mr.
Mendelssohn's wedding glide, when
the principal corridor of the city court
building witnessed the passage of a
true bridal procession at 2 o'clock
yesterday afternoon-the first to have
trod the bleak building in years.
"Oh, hear the band a playing,"
hummed a guard as Katherine Rousselet,
the blushing bride, was led from
her carriage by the bridegroom,
Oscar Boll, up the court steps, through
the swinging doors, along the gauntlet
of court attaches and straight toj
the elevator. There the procession,'
headed by Bertha Sulser, bridesmaid,
and Walter A. Boll, best man, halted
and awaited the pleasure of the elevator
boy, who was chatting with a
fair witness at the second floor.
Eventually the car descended and the
bridal party em barged for the top
story and Judge Noonan's office
where they were booked to be
spliced.
Looked the Part.
No bride ever looked more the bride
than did winsome Miss Rousselet
(pardon the paradox-Mrs. Boll). She
wore a pretty satin gown and carried
a bouquet of bridal roses. The bridegroom
was in black. The bridesmaid
shone forth In yellow satin. They
came to the court in a big carriage
drawn by a spaa of bays, and departed
in the same equipage after the ceremony.
The appointment for the ceremony
was made with Mrs. Sweeney,
court matron, and the judge did not
have to wait a minute over his appointment
Neither bride nor bridegroom has
been in this country many months.
That is not why they went to Judge
Noonan to get married, however.
Both wished a civil ceremony, and
when the day came for them to embark
on the matrimonial sea they
chose Judge Noonan as the launcher.
Amid the congratulations of the
judge's stenographer, the captor and
captured left the building, suffused
in smiles. The feeling must have been
infectious, for everyone in the corridor
smiled, too.
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