Our wedding dinner consisted of a brisk walk over to the Washington Street Market, where a Dutchman and his wife served a plate of full dinner, including soup and pie, for 25 cents. There was a cover charge of five cents to have a scoop of ice-cream dumped on Sugar's pie.
Since Sugar never saw a stage show, it was pure luck that Sally Rand was in town, and performing on the Orpheum stage during our honeymoon. Sally's body, and her bubble, put on an artful show, for which she was famous. The glitter and beautiful stage lighting, as well as the loud music that the Orpheum's orchestra blared out, overwhelmed Sugar.
The next day was more of the same, except window shopping was stretched out a little longer to take care of our fantasies. On our last afternoon in Spokane, we called on Sugar's aunt Susie to see how she would react to our sudden marriage. She didn't give a darn what we did, and told us to sit down to a bowl of her Polish-type of potato soup.
After paying what we owed for the use of a hotel room, I found out there was enough money left to buy a box of smelly cigars. We took it for granted that we were going to be shivaried when we got back to Rocklyn. Guess it was just lots of luck, love, and tender care that we made a go of it for all these years.
"Honeymoon Days" Kik-Back Country p.39