Mail Tribune 100
Nov. 29, 1914
Mary Wenjicker of Evansville, Ind., aged 35 years, fair and attractive, arrived this morning to become the bride of Rufus Edwards, well-known Medford citizen, reputed to be well-to-do and owner of considerable mining and real property. The wooing and the winning of the bride was by mail, dozens of letters passing between the two in the last six months. the prospective bride and groom never looked upon each other until this morning. A marriage license will be procured from the clerk some time today.
The romance, now in its final stages, is interesting, and when the pair are made one it will be another victory for the matrimonial agency. Mary Wenjicker is one out of half a hundred candidates for the hand of Rufus Edwards. To carry on his correspondence with likely wives, Mr. Edwards purchased a typewriter and wrote his letters mechanically. He now has quite a collection of love epistles. The coming of the bride was generally known among the friends of Edwards, who spread the glad tidings from the housetops, and there was a gathering of the curious at the depot to see the bride-to-be. She was met at the station by a woman, who drover her in a buggy to her home, where a meeting was arranged.
For his bride, Edwards has built a new house on Beatty Street, and when they are wedded they will abide therein. The marriage ceremony will be celebrated by a social gathering and a feast.
Bud Anderson, ex-pride of Medford, celebrated Thanksgiving by knocking the daylights out of Bobby Evans, who was one time a contender for the prideship. Evans was too light, and Anderson, when they clashed at St. Helens, Ore., was too heavy. Bud resorted to his favorite tactics of pounding the foe on the kidneys. After six rounds of this, Evans began to weaken and left the ring badly marked and punished. Six rounds was the extent of the fight. Bud was unscratched.
Evans is well known in this city, and used to fight every two weeks with Young Dixon. The bouts were always brotherly affairs. Tommy McFarland whipped him, and he left the Rogue River valley. He was generally regarded in this section as about as helpless as a man could be, and local fans have always hoped that Anderson would never drift so low as to clash with him.