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Five days after Bachelor Charles Augustus Lindbergh, 27, married Spinster Anne Spencer Morrow, 21, a 38-ft. Elco cruiser chugged alongside a small dock in New Harbor, Block Island (R. I). A tall young man, tastefully disguised in smoked glasses and a cap, standing alone at the wheel, shouted for aid in bringing his boat alongside. Capt. Louis Rounds, relaxing nearby, gave him a hand. The tastefully disguised young man was the Honeymooning Hero. His bride hid in the cabin below. Capt. Rounds told the story two days later and newsgatherers sped east...
...identity, the Hero draped canvas over the word "Mouette" on the cruiser's stern. The Coast Guard announced its right to shoot at anybody who did such a thing. The Mouette reached York Harbor, Me., and one Frank ("Red") Dolan, New York Daily News reporter who had known Lieut. Lindbergh in his pre-hero days at Roosevelt Field, set out for an interview. He reminded the Colonel of the good old days when he liked to pose and asked for just one picture of the Hero's wife, still out of sight below. But the Hero, who, according...
Counting "uhhs" and "ohs" the Hero's words totaled 57. Defeated, discouraged, "Red" Dolan went away, wrote home to his paper that Mrs. Lindbergh must have been seasick because she was lying down. The News carried a castigating editorial, titled "Shrinking Lindy." The honeymooners continued eastward...
Married. Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, world famed airman; and Anne Spencer Morrow, second daughter of Ambassador to Mexico Dwight Whitney Morrow; at Englewood, N. J. Long rumored, long talked about, the marriage took place without advance notice. First word came two hours after the wedding when a Morrow secretary telephoned Manhattan journals, giving them a brief, formal announcement. Only members of the immediate families were present...
When Charles Augustus Lindbergh flew his fiancée, Anne Spencer Morrow (now Mrs. Charles Augustus Lindbergh), and her sisters Elizabeth and Constance, and Mrs. Morrow, from Manhattan to the Morrow summer home in Maine last fortnight, it was no mere pleasure jaunt. Before departure the trip had acquired purpose. Before the return, after four days, newsgatherers had acquired a dark story, in outline as follows: Constance