Once upon a time, there was a twenty-six year old who made a marriage with a fragile, fairest-of-them-all beauty, all of nineteen. The twenty-six year old was unmoustachioed, dark, thin, and not even tall. On the day of the marriage, he used up most of the Cuticura that was at home, much to the irritation and amusement of his little sister, also getting married at the same time, who said - What use, Eta? All the powder in the world will not get you there .. He felt horribly inadequate as he stood beside his wife for the marriage pictures, and the photographers did not know whether to add more light or put him out of the frame.
He's been trying to make it up to her ever since.