The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1915-12-23
THAT WEDDING!

Now that we've got the wedding out
of our system at last, says Daisy Fitz-
hugh Ayres inSunday Courier and the
President and Mrs. Gait are off on
their honeymoon, we can settle down
to our regular winter chores in comfort.
The public is so in the habit of saying
1.-THE President and Mrs. Gait" that
the phrase slips out inadvertently even
when there's no such person any longer
as Mrs. Norman Gait to talk about
The lovely lady married under her
own vine and fig tree, as any true born
gentlewoman should. and not under
that of her betrothed, however superior
in prestige and scope the arboreal pos
session of the distinguished gentleman.
Not that the present Mrs. Woodrow
Wilson ever really entertained the
idea of going to the White House for
the ceremony. She had too much self
dignity for that. But the masses
thought she ought to. 1t really got
their goat she didn't. And this able
typewriter is really glad that every
thing is over but the shoutun, and the
social alterations are at an end to
where shall the wedding supper be-"
to quote from the Frog Who Would
A-Wooing Co." Mrs. Wilson's old
colored NANNY used to sing tc her.
The national bride and groom are
really dramatically IN love, and the
families are well pleased.
1T isn't as though we had learned
to love her, said Miss Helen Woodrow
Bones, White House inmate, at tea.
the other day, is speaking OF the bride.
I'VE love her Already" Miss Bones,
the Presidents cousin, and his secre-
tary when he was Governor of New
Jersey, went on to speak of her per-
sonal affection for the new Mrs. vii.
son, which he specially engendered a
year ago when Miss Bones, GONZALES
cent from a serious illness, was ccm-
PEELED by the physicians orders to take
walk every day. 1t was Mrs. Nor
man Gait who kindly made it a point
always to accompany the invalid, to
whom she was much attached.
MRS. Norman Gait is continually
smiling" observed woman, scrutiniz-
ing through her opera glass the most
talked of woman in America. "Humph"
grunted her rather crusty male COM
psnion, Il guess she's got enough to
grin about. Wouldn't almost any of
you women be always grinning, too. if
you'd done as big thing for yourself
as Mrs. Gait has done?"
1t is said, by the way that "Dr. Will
son" as it is said his new wife has
learned to call HIM. first fell into the
hands of Fate wnen he escorted Mrs.
Norman Gait TO her home, after a
philanthropic meeting at the White
House that she had attended.
''But wouldn't think of putting you
to that trouble, Mr.. President" pro-
tested the lovely widow. The chlval-
rous host. on his side, protested, the
story goes, that as man, if not a
President, he might be allowed to ex-
tend the ordinary courtesies to a guest
in his own home and see lady safely
home.
And so, Miss Margaret Wilson. the
Presidents Oldest girl, is the emily men,
Der of the family left Uncontrolled and
accompanied since her great Dereaye-
ment. Her sisters have new husbands
and new babies. her father has a new
wife. and she well she has her music
and her philanthropy. Maybe that's
enough for while at least, and yet
there comes a usefulness in the that.
The girl has been credited periodic
ally with matrimonial plans. but her
dainty, high-bred hands are Innocent
of tell-tale rings. She goes bare armed
with evening dress. which is BY Wa Of
being rather winters fad.