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THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MAY 3, 1925-PART 5. viator Who Seeks Escape From Turks Joins Greek Conspirators Melodrama-in Real Life Is Characteristic of “The City of a Thousand Sins,” Where Prisoners Resort to All Sorts of Intrigue. ' ¥ Last week Maj. Yeats-Brown de- #crived how, posing as a German Boverness, he sought to evade de. tection in Constantinople and told of his plan to escape from the city in the entourage of a Russian colonel, repatriated to his native land. This followed the British officer’s dash from prison, where he had been held for two years after his capture when his airplane crashed near the City of Bagdad to- ward the end of the World War. Before the events narrated in a series of three articles, of whic this is the second, Maj. Yeat Brown had served with distinction in the Royal Flying Corps in Meso- potamia, and was ded the dis. tinguished flying cross. Previously he was with the In n cavalry. He aid to understand India as few ropeans do. BY MAJ. FRANCIS YEATS-BROW' ISGUISED as a German gov erness in the city of Con stantinople, I had many op portunities of learning his. tory as It is never written, but as it is most strangely lived by & people on the brink of disaster. Things were on a hair edge; a burst tire made men duck for cover from imaginary rifle bullets and think the revolution had come at last, while| news of Enver's downfall or the Sultan’s murder were the common gossip of the restaurants. Anything might be true and nothing wa too improbable to be believed As 1 was returning from a meeting | with the Russian colonel who was helping me to escape, we happened | upon a shocking scene in the rand Rue de Pera It was indeed a lifting | of the corner of the curtain that hid intrigue in the Sultan’s palace. Our attention was first att by an officer in the full uniform the Imperial Guards running at speed through the crowded street with half a dozen policemen on his heels. | We stopped and joined the crowd | which was collecting on the sidewalk opposite the Turkish Club; into this | club the epauleted and bemedaled captain dashed. A big Mercedes auto came next, car- | rying 12 soldiers. More police panted | up. The soldiers solemnly unpacked | a machine gun and took up their| position on the sidewalk, like men | with a terrier waiting for a rat to bolt | But the quarry came unexpectedly, | from overhead. It was horrible, to tell the truth, although the cvnical | Constantinopolitans laughed about it | —-just another Turk! There was a cry, “Allah!” and a gasp from the crowd, and I had just time to see the | gorgeous cavalryman come hurtling | through the a with arms out stretched Then a squelch. wcted | of top | The stolid sentries stood at ease. The crowd melted away, leaving something blotted on the. cobblestones. That was just one scene in a quar- rel between the dashing Enver Pasha, head of the war party in Turkey, and | the new Sultan. Enver had married | a royal princess and had thought his position secure. But of late there had been whispers abroad that he had ac- quired a monopoly of all the milk sold in Constantinople, having purchased a number of valuable farms with funds | which should have gone to the army These rumors came to the court The Sultan demanded a strict account- ing of the army budget. Enver took offense. There was a brawl—a young officer of the Sultan's personal staft drew his sword on the commander- in-chief in defense of the sovereign, who he considered had been insulted. To avold scandal the young officer had | been placed under arrest. But the hoy refused to stay in his | quarters and galloped out of the place on horseback. Enver's men pursued him and shot his horse from under him. Then he ran for his life du\\'ng the Grand Rue de Pera, tried to find sanctuary in the club and, when this falled, ended his hectic career by jumping out of the window, rather than be taken to the military prison. After some experience of that mili- tary prison myself (I was shortly to spend 2 month there, but did not know it at the time). I am not at all sure that the boy was not wise to get out of the clutches of Enver as he did. The alternative, at best. would have | been a fatal attack of indigestion, or one of those obscure diseases which | so often, in the East, attack prisoners who know too much. Soon after, the Russian colonel was hustled out of the city without beins able to communicate with me. My plans consequently had to be begun afresh. There was now no object in dressing as a woman and I chose a Hungarian mechanic as my next dis- guise. In this costume—an old suit, old derby hat, a small mustache, my hair dyed black, and spectacles—I be £an to realize how easy it is to live unknown in a large city and why many criminals throughout the get away with their loot * ¥ * Kk EOPLE generally believe what they are told; there is no doubt of that. I sald I was a greaser, out of a job, and a greaser I became. Also I had cash to pay for what I ordered and that is the best passport anywhere in the world. However, 1 did not neglect other hassports; as soon as possible I got in Touoh with the forger who had hidden in the house of the Greek which was my first refuge after escaping (|_nn\ prison, and at a cost of £10 (Turkish) this_ingenious creature produced an imposin certificate. stamped and wealed and signed with a flourish by the governor of Constantinople him- seif. This document, 1 was assured by its proud author, in addition to certifying that I was exempted from service in the army owing to valvular disease of the heart, would also enable me to pass the customhouse and the medical stations at the entrance to the Bosporus without troublesome formalities. But I could not bring myself to| believe my amiable friend the forger. copes and even common-sense :;';‘;Tm existed at the frontier medi- cal station; some hitch would have Ted. O Uised to spend my mornings loung- ing about the docks, consorting with ruffianly but great-hearted sailors called Lazzes, whose trade is the sea, but whose hobby is smuggling human beings in and out of the city of a Thousand Sins. Did a noble Turk desire another Caucasian handmaiden? From the marts of Tiflls, where the Joveliest women of Asia are found, across Transcaucasia to the Black Sea ports, there was (and is) a regu- Jar trade in human material for the harem. The Lazzes will bootleg in & beauty or smuggle out a spy with equal equanimity and efficiency. During times of trouble, they have also served as the agents provocateurs of massacre. Was there to be a pog- yom of Jews or a holocaust of Ar- menians? The Lazzes were turned Joose in the desired quarter of the city. The rest was merely a matter of routine. When the embassies complained, then it was time for the police to in- terfere and surpress the bold, bad Lazzes. “You know what it is, Mon- sieur I’Ambassadeur,” some charm- ing old Turk would say over coffee and cigarettes, “there is an unruly lement in every seaport!” Meanwhile some hundreds of troublesome citi zens were heard of no more. Withal, the Lazz is a pleasant fel- | interest | well | both, made the | forger friend, which T was running low. this pirate to accept my check called forth arts of salesmanship which 1 never suspected myself of possessing. First, I had no check book. So I drew the prettiest check I could on a half sheet of paper and stamped it. Then I ran my quarry to earth in a beer house and explained to him my importance in the world of finance and his importance to me honest broker for a passage to Odessa. 1 asked for nothing sumptuous pacious stateroom, not even a bunk but only the privilege of lying in the bilge of a tramp until we were safely out of Turkish waters. For this T was ready to pay fifteen hun- dred dolla Inducing * % % % T this point my “prospect’ stroked his beard, hawked, gurgled and nodded judicially. Although rather out of line of the Chicago sales cour: 1 had studied in my early vea began to recegnize the symptoms of I was “selling” him all “Think what this means to vou,” I continued, indicating him with 'my in- dex finger and fixing my eyes on the end of his long nose. “With fifteen hundred pounds, Turkish, you can buy a boat of your own. You can win for yourself prosperity, independence, a vali by the Bosporous adorned by houris such as the blessed enjoy in Paradise! All this is yours, in return for a passage to Odessa.” ‘In gold?” asked the pirate. “In cash. With no trouble at all you can convert this check into cash. In fact, you have it here In safer and more convenient form.” Was 1 pleasing his ear with rich mellow speaking voice and modulated cadence: salesmanship detands? T hoped so, but the fact that we had to con- verse in whispers and in French, a language which was foreign to us 100 per cent mental approach” a matter of difficulty However, 1 did my best to “enlist the sympathies of sight and touch” in the approved manner. “‘Here is your check,” T urged. “'Feel the crisp paper on which it is written. One thousand five hundred pounds for you.” “But roared, down I tried to educate that hearded son of Belial. but it was a tough job. He seemed to have no interest in the Eu. ropean banking system. An Arme- nian happened along, however, who said that he could' get the check dis- counted, provided that it was cer fied by a resident of Constantinople This evidently impressed the pirate who agreed to meet me again. [ made a rendezvous for the next night, therefore, at the house of the Gree waiter, Themistocle, who had former- ly sheitered me. That evening, in company with m 1 attended a conclave of Greek desperadoes in the cellar of a German hotel. The douzico flowed free and so did the oratory. “We will crucify the Turks and Germans,” said the proprietor of the hotel, “and then eat them in little bits!” Just as he said this, there came a ring from upstairs; his expressive features relaxed and he scurried away, tving on a white apron. On his return he explained that his patrons up above, the German officers aforesaid, swine-born sots that they were, were complaining that their lager was not sufficiently iced. “But the dogs won't be able to get a cold drink where I am going to send them,” he added. W swore each other to eternal se- crecy. sampled some more of the contents of the cellar and then got down to business—their business. Mine came later. A case of rusty- looking muskets was unpacked and from a generoussized barrel some swords and automatics were produced, 30 weapons in all, with the aid of which we hoped to bring in the new age of brotherly love. One man danced a hornpipe. An other spoke, saying that the streets would soon run red with Muslim blood and the cross replace the crescent on the dome of Aya Sofia. Then a flag was produced, a great silk flag, stitch- ed by the fingers of Christian maidens and destined to fly from the summit of the famous cathedral. Enthusiasm is contaglous and as the evening wore on and I heard of the intrigues behind the lattices of the harems, where it was whispered that Enver's day was done, and how a high chamberlain at the sultan's court had organized a coup d'etat in which the old Turks were to oust the gang then in power, and how the pal- ace gunmen waited but the sign—I began to feel that this evening I was helping to make history. Still more jubilant did T feel when I produced a sheaf of checks—which I had taken the precaution to make out in small denominations in Eng- lish pounds sterling—and received over 500 Turkish pounds for them on the spot (a Turkish pound was about the equivalent of $1), with promises of another thousand when business opened in the morning At about this time Sir Robert Paul, the friend with whom I had originally escaped and who had attempted to make his way through Bulgaria, was recaptured and brought back to the military prison in Constantinople. Being given nothing but stale bread to eat in prison, he went on a hunger strike and nearly died. However, the Turkish Red Crescent learned of his plight and had him removed to a ho: pital. From here he escaped again. A Greek patient was his accomplice; right the the which good where staring the the is at money check he upside *k ¥ & low to meet and I had great hopes that one of their number was going to be very useful to me. This man's dealings were chiejy on a cash basis, Rhowever, and esh was a commodity, oa “TWO TURKS —no | Thus it | w77 i N i Paul gave him 10 pounds (Turkish) and made an appointment with him lat a place close to the hospital where | the Greek patient was to have brought | him a complete suit of clothes und a I plan to get out of the city happened that ning agreed upon Paul set |elude the hospital sentries, clad in bath slippers and a_hospital shirt. on the eve out to only night How he got by is a mystery to me, although I inspected the place |later. Somehow he slipped by and he |arrived for his appointment at 11 by the clock. But the accomplice was not there, being at the moment en gaged in spending Paul's 10 pounds (as we afterward heard) on dic douzico and less reputable amuse ments, For half an hour Paul waited, shiv ering in his bed-dress. The few peo- ple who passed stared hard at him and dodged to the other sidewalk. At last Paul grew tired of waiting and walked up the road that leads to the top of the Grand Rue de Pera Dressed in a nightshirt in the most crowded street of Constantinople, he must certainly have been a conspicu ous figure. But by some miracle no one inter- fered with him, mistaking him per haps for a dancing dervish, or a per- son “affiicted of God'—which is the Turkish euphemism for “cuckoo.” any rate, his patron gajnt guided him across the busy town:.and into the ruins of a recently burnt-out quarter ! To him there, while hiding among cypresses and desolation, the t sent along a little boy; Seizing this youngstér, Paul divest ed him of his cuter garments. with which he attempted toiclothe himself He struggled into a diminutive shirt |2 coat whose sleeves reached half-way | down his forearm, and; trousers some what above his anklesi Then he mol lified the boy by placing four pounds (Turkish) in his hand. For four days and nights he dodged about the city, garbed like Happy Hooligan, and at the end of that time he was betrayed to the Turks through treachery at the docks and taken back to the military prison. However, we were to meet later and share other adventures. * K o x cellar with the Greek conspirators 1 went out to cash the checks. To my surprise I had no difficulty in collect ing the money I required, the fact being that an allied promise to pay was worth a great deal more than the guarantee of the Turkish govern- ment to meet its own paper money. Another 1,000 Turkish one-pound notes were added to my store, so that I felt a rich man—and not only rich, but powerful, for with the ready cash I now had on hand ever 1,500 pounds time. 1 could have bought consider- ably more than my escape. Had I wanted a murder done or a sultana abducted instead of a trip to Russia, 1 dare say the means would have been there. We met as agreed, the La nd 1, in Themistocle’s house, near Galata lbridge. He had a motor boat, he told me, which he could make ready in twenty-four hours. I was to advance him 100 pounds for gasoline immedi ately. The balance of the fare was 1o be paid at the port of Poti. 1 was to don a black dress and a black veil when our craft was in the .////////7, 7 PINIONED MY ARMS, WHILE AN ASSISTANT SLEUTH RAN HIS FINGERS OVER MY CLOTHES” The morning after the night in the | Turkish, equivalent to $1,500 at that | | Bospe and :rn':flr‘d by he assured me and T was to sit in his cabin fuse to move or speak if inter any official. Veiled ladies, trequently refu undergo any scrutiny whatever at the customs and medical inspection at the head of the Bosporus. Provided they were vouched for by some responsible person on board, the gallant excise men were quite ready to let ladies | pass without awkward questions. As his own wife, said the Lazz, no harm would come me, provided I re mained sitting and silent This seemed a satisfactory for whatever risks 1 ran, the Lazz would run, too scheme obviously We shook hundred. | Happen. ing to gl window, 1 We lit cigarettes nce out of the | BY OLIVER P. MAN. | OLITICAL intrigue and social activity, interspersed with | tragedy, have not been the only | events of compelling interest i that have marked the hundred and-twenty-five-vear history of the | White House. {romance. Fourteen blushing brides have stood beneath the historic walls lof this great Ameri institution which houses the Presidents and | their families The first {came in the | Dolly"” Madison jand scintillating {first vears of | gayety and White House royval of whose brilliant figure levees lent to the the last century a romance never quite equaled in the later, busier days that saw the little “capital in the wilder- | ness” hlossom into a complicated city | The bride of the occasion was another | demure Quaker maid, such as Mis tress Madison had been in her quiet Virginia and Philadelphia life before | she met “the great little Madison" |and put aside her gray bonnet for | dding crimson headdress with dancing tas sels and bright bird of paradise | feathers Lucy ‘Washington, Dolly's sister, the widow of a nephew of Gen. Washington, at first protest | ed ugainst the gay display proposed | for her wedding. But the now thor- oughly sophisticated older sister in sisted and the bride finally consented to leave all arrangements in Dolly's hands. Accordingly, nothing that could add luster to the occasion was omitted, for upon such food and | drink did Queen Dolly live and have | her being. The bridegroom was the noted ju- rist of his time. Judge Thomas Todd of Kentucky. The wedding took place on March 11, 1811, and everybody who was anybody was present in his and her most elaborate attire, with Mistress Madison, rather than the bride, the center of attraction—a posi- tion proudly accorded that graclous lady on every occasion throughout her whole brilliant areer in Wash: ington. Queen Dolly also presided second wedding in the White House, ay later, when another colorful display marked the marriage of her cousin, Miss Anna Todd, of Philadel- 4, to Representative Bdward B Son of Virginia Vastly different w the third White House wedding, in 1820, when Miss Maria Hester Monroe, the daugh- of President and Mrs. Monroe, | was married to Samuel Lawrence Gouverneur, a son of the aristocratic Gouverneur family of New York. When it was announced that the daughter of the White House was to be wedded, the diplomats were thrown into a flutter of excitement. Mrs. Monroe, an invalid throughout her elght vears, as chatelaine of the | Executive ~Mansion had abandoned the custom of making calls which had been _religiously followed by “Lady"" ‘Washington, Mrs. John Adams and Dolly Madison. She had | never called on the foreign contin- gent, and therefore they did not know whether they would be “expected” at the marriage ceremonies, which caused John Quincy Adams, then | Secretary of State, to jot down in { that voluminous, invaluable diary of his the following observation: There has been some further question of ettiquette on this occa- sion. The foreign ministers are un- certain whether it was expected they should pay their compliments on the marriage or not, and Poletica, the Russian minister, made the inquiry of Mrs. Adams. She applied to Mrs. Hay, the President’s eldest daughter, who has lived in his house ever since he has been President but never visits at the houses of any of the foreign ministers because their ladies do not pay her first visits. “Mrs. Hay thought her younger sis- ter could not receive and return visits which she herself could not recipro- cate and therefore that the foreign ministers should take no notice of the marriage, which was accordingly communicated to them Nevertheless, a week later the | White House was thrown open, and { a_grand reception was given in honor | of the bride and groom. All official- dom was there and the occasion lacked nothing in brilliance. It was quickly followed by the “Decatur ball" given by the beautiful, charm ing and popular youns wife of the Payne at the ed to| hands and I counted out the promised | There. has also_been | Queen | S ditw. Ml < < NS,/ / i ! “I ATTENDED A CONCLAVE OF GREEK DESPERADOES IN THE CELLAR OF A GERMAN HOTEL." “?;,/,"/ il | | T / M. “Yok,” which means Upstairs, I heard a That unnerved me. Hed I hs requisite dash, I think I might plugged one Turl dodged other. That I should have have now mno dc nothing doing.® woman's seream. the ave the done g0 X Themistocle’s siste tul girl and would the presence of house. allqwed m hard to make th the household thought I w garian mechanic. Howev be, the chief detective oo banisters and velled man, you sons of u The Turks pinioned my arx an assistant sleuth, & youth, who was probably a p in his spare time, ran his f my clothes. My mone two Turkish notes pounds sewn in watch, compass and passpor moved and 1 was put my face to the wall and a back. Thus schemi was o d this resources ited s when Turks believe that 15 2 Hun-ss that mayy ne that, 1l mothers!t’ Arrest itk whila * ookings ket for 30 my with to m amou to » my coa g had come time arrived comnpany of a pc 1 might have had | were at once “spille mor thou which His collar I had | fur the beans His stil owed errib) miserat wendir at Stambou vas able 1o | d 1o poor £ withstand noticed a suspicious-looking individual | of disaster. and noticed that the sus- in the street below An ugly man in| picious individuals had gone. blue suit, waiting. waiting. . . .| But just then came a loud tapping “What do vou make of that?” I|on the front door. I wen to the attic asked | hid my money and gun and—hesitated “That is one of the spies of the pre-|fatally. The rapping at the door be- fect of police,” said the Lazz, “and |came louder and 1 went downstairs there—right opposite the house—is an- [ with what purpose I am not other. I'm off.” And he was out of clear. I suppose I had become so ac the door before I could inquire at|customed to posing as a Hungarian what time I should see him again | mechanic that I thought I could get I now went down to find Maria-|away with it this time. Indeed Teresa and her siste: Athene, the §8-!lieve I thought I-was what I declared vear-old twins whose sharp eves had | myself to be often before discovered possible spies| As I reached the bottom of the lurking in the neighborhood of the!stairs, the door was opened by Themi- house of the Greek. They were away | stocle’s flustered sister. 1 slipped into on some errand-—most fortunately, as | the pantry lize. I returned up-| “There are some officers hiding in gainst a premonition | this house,” said one of the six men | | | T was soon to re stairs, fighting s | distinguished naval hero, Stephen Decatur. This was the first of what | was to have been a series of gay | balls and levees for the bridal couple, | ushering in an era of social activity reminiscent of “Queen Dolly,” but | {all gay plans were abandoned and | the bright little “court” was sud-| denly cast into gloom by the tragic | death of Decatur a few days later in | his duel with Capt. Barron | A son of a President was the bride- | sroom of the fourth White House | wedding. on February 28, 1828, when | John Adams was married to Miss| Mary Hellen. a niece of his mother, Mrs. John Quincy Adams. A year later, in 1829, early in “Old Hickory's” administration, the fifth wedding took | place, when . Miss Delia Lewis of shville (daughter of Jackson's best | friend), was married to M. Alphonse | Joseph Yver Pageot, the secretary of the French legation. The foreign ministers were out in force that day for it was the first international all ance involving the American Capital. | | Two other weddings took place while Andrew Jackson was President One was in 1831, when the sixth cere. mony was performed. uniting in marriage Miss Emily Martin, a_niece of General Jackson, and Lewis Donaldson, a grandson of Thomas Jefferson. The other was in 1837, | when another niece, Miss Mary | Easten, the seventh White House bride, was wedded to Lucian B. Polk. a cousin of James K. Polk, destined | to o into the White House later as President. The eighth wedding did not take quite | I be- | standing in the doorway—four in plain | clothes and two dressed Turkish infantry soldiers. Thr the hole I saw the speaker seize Ther stocle’s sister by the arm and shake { her. She remained dumb with terror “Tell us where they are or we'll find a way to make he cried tling her up the stairs. The | plainclothes men followed him. | two soldiers stood by the door. What I to do? How could help Themistocle’s _sister? Obvi ously by vanishing off the face of the earth, if that were in any way feasi |ble. T examined the back of the pan | try: there was no conceivable escape Thereupon T walked ou In the doorway, the { stood with bayonets fixed ugh key thr The 1 whistling two big One sa | place until January 31, 1842. It was | a far cry from the first White House wedding, on March 11, 1811, 31 vears | before, vet Mistress Dolly Madison | was again the most distinguished and most popular person present. After an absence of 20 years she had but recently returned to the scenes of her former soctal triumphs, to find | herself more eagerly sought after | than ever. The bride on this occa- sion was Miss Elizabeth Tyler, third daughter of President Tyler, while the bridegroom was William Waller of Williamsburg, Va. A member of the family, writing to a cousin who ‘was not among those present, gives a picturesque view of the wedding. “Lizzie has had quite a grand wedding,” he says, “although the in- tention was that it should be pri- {vate and quiet. Lizzie looked sur- prisingly lovely in her wedding dress and long lace veil, her face literally covered with blushes and dimples. She behaved remarkably well, too; number her. Another of the distinguished guests was Senator Daniel Webster, who, as usual, had something apt and witty to say “I heard one of the bridesmaids.” continued the member of the family quoted above, “express to Mr. Web- ster her surprise at Lizzie consenting to_give up her belleship and all the delights of Washington society and the advantages of her position and retire to a quiet Virginia home. ‘Ah,’ said he, ‘love rules the court, the camp. the grove, and love is Heaven and Heaven is love. " It Master Cupid lurked about the White House during the next 32 years, from 1842 to 1874, and loo: any of his darts in the historic_old structure his aim was bad. Even though a bachelor was President for fours, from 1836 to 1860, in the per- any of compliments were P NELLIE GRANT, THE BRIDE, AND ALGERNON C. F. SARTORIS, THE ENGLISH BRIDEGROOM, OF THE NINTH WHITE HOUSE WEDDING, MAY 21, 1874. PICTURE TAKEN AT BRADY GAL- LERY AT TIME OF WEDDINK. son of James Buchanan, romance seemed, for the time being, to have taken wings, possibly driven out by the tragedies of those trying years just before. during and immediately after the Civil War. With peace and plenty going social Grant administration, a real sensa tion in White House romance burst upon the country with the announce- ment of tge approaching marriage of the Preeident'’s young _daughter. Nellie, to Algernon C. I. Sartoris, young Englishman. aged 22, with whom the White House belle, then only 17, had fallen in love on a steam ship from Europe. Parental objec however, in days of the the bride was 18, and the ceremony, the ninth to be held in the Executive Mansion, was performed on May 21, 1874, This wedding, in the famous east room, was the most brilliant social function that had ever been held in the White House up to that time A great floral bell was suspended above the heads of the bridal party and the huge room was a bower of flowers. The wedding gown cost $1 500 and the estimated cost of the gifts was $60,000. The distinguished lead- ers of the social, literary, political and business life of the time were present and sent expensive offerings Foreign ministers showered the young couple with costly presents. The bride carried “a bouquet of cholce white flowers.” The groom wore “the regulation English wedding dress and carried a bouquet of orange blossoms and tuberoses, with a center of pink buds, and from the center rose a flagstaff with a silver banner inscribed with the word, ‘Love.’ " At all of these first nine weddings elaborate refreshments had = been served immediately after the cere mony and the health of the bride and groom had been drunk in champagne, after the custom of the times. A huge wedding breakfust followed Nellie Grant's marrfage, at which wine flowed abundantly o such moist custom was observed, however, on the occasion of the tenth wed. ding, June 19, 1878, when Miss Emi] Platt, a niece of President Hayes, was married to Gen. Russell Hastings of Ohfo, under a big floral bell in the blue room. Mrs. Hayes had banished wines and liquors from the White House, and the Platt wedding. ther: fore, brilliant in other respects, was dry. The eleventh wedding. on June 1886, was the only occasion when President of the United States wa. married in the White House. On t day Grover Cleveland took for his bride the beautiful Frances Folsom of Buffalo. John Tyler was married the second time while President but tion held the wedding off only until| and Y As for hea released | woes . vas destined to m: for myself me in wror Constanti £ 1 had done As T co unders d th Turks | 14 Brides in a Century of White House Histor BLUEROOM OF WHITE HOUSE DECORATED FOR THE WEDDING OF PRESIDENT GROVER CLEVE- _LAND ‘AND MISS FRANCES FOLSOM, JUN he journeyed | home Wil ‘ but | the bride's ¢ | The Cleve | have wedd for wa orly cause mony was pe Miss and was v by the President Miss | 1and, and driven to the White where President Cleveland | on the portico. A family was partaken of, after President repaired to his werked all day on affairs of state, while the bride rested in her apart ments. The wedding was performed at 7 o'clock in the even An equaily picturesque was held in_the Executive Man February 1906, when “Princess Alice,’ the vivacious daughter £ Theodore Roosevelt, was married to Representative Nicholas Longworth of Ohio, and became the twelfth White House bride. The greai easj room rang with the gayety and laugh- ter of the most brilliant gathering | that had ever been housed within its | histeric walls. More than-a thousand, were present, happy to speed upom her course the warm-hearted, impuls sive girl whose caprices had caught the fancy of a Nation that idolized her. Again countless numbers of magnificent gifts were showered upon. the bride, a President's daughten, whose subsequent career has held the affection of the country with unfiu ging loyalty for two decades. 4 The ill-omened “number “thirtesn® figured in the next White House wed- ding, when Miss Jessie W. Wilson was married to Francis B, Sayre. The year was 1913 and Miss Wilson was the thirteenth White House bride. It was also a curfous coincidence thas the letters in her name and In the name of the groom each numbered 13. This mystic symbol. however, was at that time believed by the Wilsons to be their lucky number. Even though tragedy followed the wedding in the death of the bridew™ mother two vears later and in the physical collapse of her father before the end of his administration, no hint of bad fortune has attended the | thirteenth bride or her family within | thetr own dgmestic circle. ~Like. ail her predecessor White House brides and like her own sister, Miss Bleanon, the fourteénth, who was wedded fo | Secretary of the Treasury. William G. McAdoo in “Hi Miss Jessie has had a “h marriage.” — (Cflfllné‘bl.lfilsd k, his bride's for ceren Woodr second marr was alsa sident, rmed whi w the ce was nd wed surpassed the emarkable for 50 guests were f the small number wmed in the Folsom arrived met the ra he cere- 1 ation House, met her breakfast which the office ana wedding