The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-02-17
The "rin" Wedding
of princess Alice

The directory of the Sixty-fourth
Congress of the United States reveals
the fact that one Nicholas L1ongworth
is among those present as the repre-
sentatives of the First Ohio district.
From that compilation we also
gather the information that Mr..
Longworth was for a term deprived
Of the I'M. CT tag, but that he has
been restored to the company of the
nations lawmakers, in good and com
Portable standing.
The name sounds strangely familiar.
In the press of more important events,
most of US have forgotten Mr.. Long
worth. Probably few beyond his own
circle of associates, friends and con-
stituents know whether he is t'in''
or "out,'' and. truth to tell. probably
few care
Yet it was only ten years ago this
very day, on Feb. II, 1906, that the
whole world was ringing with Mr..
Longworth's name. He was the hero
of the hour, and esteemed one of the
most fortunate of men. For it was
on that Gate that Mr.. Longworth took
as his spouse the beautiful princess
Alice" daughter of President Roose-
welt.
All, what day that was! The
whole nation rejoiced. The names of
the happy pair were on every tongue.
''Nick'-,as we Familiarity referred to
the fortunate bridegroom - was en-
We'd of all men-at least, let US hasten
to add, of all unmarried men. Nor
was the interest in the affair confined
to the United States. Canada was
scarcely less concerned, and the ca
b1es groaned beneath the weight of
the messages which carried the glad
tidings - Europe. Bulletins set forth
every detail of every step taken by
bride and groom on that day in their
progress toward the altar.
Truth to tell, some Of US had a lit
tie $50 mulch of Alice and Nick. This
was especially true in newspaper Of
fees. The news gathering agencies
seemed TO have concentrated. their en-
ing else mattered. It was a poor day
for any person seeking publicity to
start anything" for mick and Alice
had all of the first page, and most
of the others.
The writer we'll recalls going into
the composing room on that day
the .'copy boy was engrossed in
thin volume with a Autographed cover
which had nothing to do with the
wedding, and we had not the heart
to disturb him = and approaching
veteran of the linotype staff whose
hook seemed in need of replenish.ng.
He was a battle-sc "old-timer,
and nothing had ever ruffled his Sc
rene composure. He had been
through fire and flood, and stuck to his
portant news came in at the last min
ute, he was always there" speedy
and dependable. But on that day
his wrinkled old face had a haggard,
worn look, and there was a nervous
CLEAN in his eyes. 1t was evident
that he was laboring under the stress
of some strong emotion, and, as he
saw US approaching with wad of
copy in hand, he reached into some
recess and drew forth bottle, from
which he took a hasty drink. If he
sought thus to compose himself, he
failed. Springing from his seat, he
shouted:
eff you give me any more of that
Alice stuff, I'll screan!''
Poor man! There was nothing else
to give him. And SO, an hour or two
later, a haggard printer. upon whom
the weight of years seemed suddenly
to have fallen, draped his limp rs.-
weary form over a mahogany bar anu
gulped down drink after drink of
beverage which was certainly not wa
ter, He drank until the bartender
made some casual reference to the
great event of the day. A glass wl1iz-
zed past the ear of that astonished
fu1lctionary, and was shattered tc bits.
Then the printer collapsed, and soon
was carriad away by loving hands. the
while he babbled, in the delirium of
drink. of one he called alice"