Moving Marriage As documentation to a performance event held aboard the MacDonald bus on April fools day last week, | set out to provide gossip page coverage of the event under cover as David del Raye, syndicated columnist . The performance, a mock wedding was created by principles Paddi McGrath, and Edward Withey, who portrays her groom Wellington Edwards, and as well by others all of whose names (my memory failing me) are not available at this time. . . DATELINE VANCOUVER. Considerate of their rocky way to matrimony, sidetrips and frequent stops aside, no one was left in the lurch so to speak in this quaint quotent getter, as PADDI MCGRATH made WELLINGTON BEEF do. Given in marriage this first day of April, fools. Getting our facts straight, DAVID DEL RAYE, your on the scene correspondent, brings you this report. Committed in Matraphoney. Visual Artist PADDI McGRATH (her 2nd) to Visual Visual WELLING- TON EDWARDS (his 3rd). Transferred via the Church of the Rabid Transit, in a moving march amid circumstance, the bride wore white, and more on this later. After the late morning ceremony, the bride, daughter of cattle baron ROCK FEATHERWELL McGRATH was fetted with her groom at a champagne and roast beast luncheon held in darkest Leo's. Paddi’s mother SUSIE (her 3rd) HANDWERKER is the noted chicken soup impresario, a visual and performing artist in her own right. She sat sty- lishly appointed in Creme on bleu pokadot, at opposite end to the table from her ex husband ‘feathers’. Susie axed her partnership with hus- band || some years ago. Their hush hush divorce allegedly granted after some ‘‘swift’? manouvers on hubby’s part. Enough said though . . . suffice to say that Susie and ‘Feathers’ to their credit provided a matching, if somewhat mixed re- ception in parent-daughter support, on_ this, Paddi’s day of reckoning. Mother of the Bride was heard to say in passing: “My gawd, | mean after Paddi’s first toss, | lived in subtle yet persistant agony, wondering . - . Oi (delete) supposing Paddi misses her stop.”’ Ever ready for a neat tidbit | asked Paddi about her dress, the white one. ‘‘Lace, Ecru lace’’ she ventured, and looking perplexed said, ‘‘But | don’t know a lot about fabric.’ Seated to my right, MAXINE, in her own descrip- tion the wedding hooker, confirmed the fabric — definitely Ecru. The groom, between bouts with the bubbly provided his bio. “Oh me?” he queried. . . “I’m an international mercenary, or dandy, fortune hunter if you will . . . That’s great, yeah, jet setter .. . No | haven't met ROD STEWARD. and | have enough for food, just have to buy a bus pass this afternoon.” The wedding Hooker, wishing to remain unat- tached to the procedings, however did have this to say, AND | quote: “Il have it on authority that Wellington is in actuality, EDDIE VIDEO erstwhile (that means former) punk rocker of Vancouver’s permanent wave set. Moving right along through guests who’s names and numbers would gild CHER’S celebrity list for the indisposed, | found more of the following. Our minister, PIERRE O’TOOL of Brittania Beach, B.C., officiating for the Church of the Rabid Transit. Rev. O’Tool spoke between sips of consomme of his plans for a seminary, and proposed an extension to his ministry, to be called Our Lady of Perpetual Motion. (His exact term, people). | however lost the napkin contain- ing exact details concerning this ministry and must take this opportunity to express my sin- cere apologies to the rev. Attendants resplendant in phoney dotted Swiss on a pastel background, accompanied the bride. JEAN BRODY and POLLYANNA MANDER- TROUT performed their ministrations artfully, while NANCY PEARL PURL (I have the basket to prove it!) was flower girl, LUCENDA ED- WARDS mother of the groom, flamboyant in a bonnet wore a New York designer dress .. . though I'd call it an Horiginal. The quote of the day goes to Mrs. Edwards who told me, “‘The children hoarded confetti in receptacles, that sounds sexual doesn’t it? Children shouldn't do that,’’ she confided. Lucenda Edwards left early ... David Rayfield he we 6 MARRIAGSS | Mr. and Mrs. W. McGrath are pleased to announce the marriage of their daughter, Paddi, to_Ed- of Vancouver. ing took place on April 1, 1980, in Vancouver. elington Eolwores 7 | Photographs by Marco Ciccone MEMOIR FOR PADDI McGRATH It was, as Paul Simon once had it—figuratively, for Wancoover, I might add—, a sunny day. Not a cloud was in the sky. Nota negative word was heard from the people passing by. It was, he went on, a sunny day. All the birds were in the trees, & the radio singing songs, all the favorite melodies. He was a Navy man, stationed in Newport News. She was a high school queen with nothing really left to lose. She was a high school queen with nothing really left to lose. 'Kathy,* I said—he concluded, elsewhere—, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, ‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now. It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw. I've come to look for America.' Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces, she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said, "Be careful, his ! bow tie is really a camera. éhni Tubiie “April 1, 1980 Moving Marriage As documentation to a performance event held aboard the MacDonald bus on April fools day last week, | set out to provide gossip page coverage Of the event under cover as David del Raye, Syndicated columnist. The performance, a mock wedding was created by principles Paddi McGrath, and Edward Withey, who portrays her groom Wellington Edwards, and_as well by others all of whose names (my memory failing me) are not available at this time. DATELINE VANCOUVER. Considerate of their rocky way to matrimony, sidetrips and frequent stops aside, no one was left in the lurch so to speak in this quaint quotent getter, as PADDI McGRATH made WELLINGTON BEEF’ do. Given in marriage this first day of April, fools. Getting our facts straight, DAVID DEL RAYE, your on the scene correspondent, brings you this report. Committed in Matraphoney. Visual Artist PADD! McGRATH (her 2nd) to Visual Visual WELLING- TON EDWARDS (his 3rd). Transferred via the Church of the Rabid Transit, in a moving march amid circumstance, the bride wore white, and more on this later. After the late morning ceremony, the bride, daughter of cattle baron ROCK FEATHERWELL. McGRATH was feted with her groom at a champagne and roast beast luncheon held in darkest Leo's Paddi's mother SUSIE (her 3rd) HANDWERKER is the noted chicken soup impresario, a visual and performing artist in her own right. She sat sty- shly appointed in Creme on bleu pokadot, at ‘opposite end to the table from her ex husband feathers’. Susie axed her partnership with hus- band Il some years ago. Their hush hush divorce legedly granted after some “‘swift” manouvers ‘on hubby's part. Enough said though . . . suffice to say that Susie and ‘Feathers’ to their credit provided a matching, if somewhat mixed. re- ception in parent-daughter support, on ti Paddi’s day of reckoning, Mother of the Bride was heard to say in passing: “My gawd, | mean after Paddi’s first toss, | lived in subtle yet persistant agony, wondering i (delete) supposing Paddi misses her stop.”* Ever ready for a neat tidbit | asked Paddi about her dress, the white one. “Lace, Ecru lace” she ventured, and looking perplexed said, “But | don’t know a lot about fabric.” Seated to my right, MAXINE, in her own descrip- tion the wedding hooker, confirmed the fabric — definitely Ecru. The groom, between bouts with the bubbly provided his bio. “Oh me?" he queried. 'm an international mercenary, or dandy, fortune hunter if you wil That's great, yeah, jet setter... No | haven't met ROD STEWARD. and | have enough for food, just have to buy a bus pass this afternoon.” The ‘wedding Hooker, wishing to remain unat. tached to the procedings, however did have ti to say, AND | quote: “I have it on authority that Wellington is in actuality, EDDIE VIDEO erstwhile (that means former) punk rocker of Vancouver's permanent wave set. Moving right along through guests who's names and numbers would gild CHER'S celebrity list for the indisposed, | found more of the following. Our minister, PIERRE O'TOOL of Brittania Beach, B.C., officiating for the Church of the Rabid’ Transit. Rev. O'Tool spoke between sips ‘of consomme of his plans for a seminary, and Proposed an extension to his ministry, to be called Our Lady of Perpetual Motion, (His exact term, people). | however lost the napkin contain- ing exact details concerning this ministry and must take this opportunity to express my sin- cere apologies to the rev. Attendants resplendant in phoney dotted Swiss ‘on a pastel background, accompanied the bride. JEAN BRODY and POLLYANNA MANDER- TROUT performed their ministrations artfully, while NANCY PEARL PURL (I have the basket to prove it!) was flower girl. LUCENDA ED- WARDS mother of the groom, flamboyant in a bonnet wore a New York designer dress . though I'd call it an Horiginal. The quote of the day goes to Mrs. Edwards who told me, “The children hoarded confetti in receptacles, that sounds sexual doesn't it? Children shouldn't do that,” she confided. Lucenda Edwards left early David Rayfield elington Eelwerds? DEATHS ‘Photographs by Marco Ciecone MEMOIR FOR PADDI McGRATH It was, as Paul Simon once had it—figuratively, for Wancoover, I might add—, a sunny day. Not a cloud was in the sky. Not a negative word was heard from the people passing by. It was, he went on, a sunny day. All the birds were in the trees, & the radio singing songs, all the favorite melodies. He was a Navy man, stationed in Newport News. She was a high school queen with nothing really left to lose. She was a high school queen with nothing really left to lose. 'Kathy,' I said—he concluded, elsewhere—, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, ‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now. It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw. I've come to look for America. ' Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces, she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said, "Be careful, his bow tie is really a camera. ae eerie ‘April 1, 1980