Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-09
AFTER MANY YEARS
Scenes and Incidents of the
National Encampment.
GLAD HANDS CLASPED
RECEPTIONS RENDERED AND OLD
STORIES REToLD.
Brothers Separated in Youth Come
Together for the First Time
Since Parents Died.
GLAD HANDS CLASPED

Many very affecting scenes have taken
place this week in the ranks of the old
graybeards, many. OF those who had been
parted since the war meeting again for the
first time One of these was related to a
Star reporter, as follows:
It Was Harry, Sure Enough.
An Ohio veteran over seventy years of
age. who had porudly marched to the end
Of the route. took his place at the side of
the street. and when the Massachusetts del
egation came in sight he began to scan its
ranks eagerly. Finally. approaching face
that looked familiar, though changed, he in
ouired:
your"
The answer was, Yes am one. I am
Harry but ere the last name could be
uttered they were hugging each other and
almost If not quite in tears. In few mo-
ments they were marching with their arms
about each other, waiting for the ranks to
break. Then they adjourned to the side
walk. and in few moments passed away,
arm in arm, laughing and talking.
Was Just Thirty-Five.
Two veterans were telling their ages and
commenting on the new way of making
themselves appear young.
I'm just thirty -fve." said one, and then,
after a pause, he added. 'thirty-five Of be-
ing a hundred"
'Well," remarked the other. I'm a good
sight nearer a hundred than that, and I
don't mind saying that IL 1 had drunk a
little more whisky would be plum there"
Glad Hands Grasped.
H. H. Joslin of Ulster, Pa, member Of
Post No 227, Department of Pennsylvania,
is in the city in attendance on the encamp-
ment and marched with his post in the pa
rade yesterday. Harry M. Platner, a men,
Der of c. L. Nevins Post, No. 1, of Rock
ford. Ill, was also in the parade with his
command Both of the gentlemen are
newspaper men, and made a call at The
Star office.
On arriving in Washington Mr.. Joslin
was made happy by meeting his brother
in-law, whom he had not seen for sixteen
years Mr.. Platner on hearing about 1t
remarked that he witnessed a meeting be-
tween two comrades who had not seen each
other for forty-seven years The veterans,
Mr.. Platner said, were playmates during
their childhood and both served during the
war.
No Privates Here.
There isn't private in Washington; not
even among all this legion of veterans" re-
marked one G. A. r. man to another, as the
two stood surveying the array Of official
uniforms about them.
This lack Of privates reminds me Of the
experience of couple of Uncle Sans rev.
enue men in Kentucky" continued the crit
iciser These men Were trying to run
down an Illicit still in certain locality,
and had. they believed, spotted their man.
Approaching the mountaineer in the hills
one day they casually engaged him in con-
versation, claiming to be strangers in the
region and very curious to see private
cfi Nhnxy had hoo r1 ,Nt, OBJ
enterprises.
without hesitation the mountaineer be-
came confidential. He declared. in a whis-
per- that for consideration he would show
the gentlemen a private still.
''The march to the still began. 1t took
the men over several high hills and seemed
to be rather circuitous, but finally, after
repeated warnings of caution. the noun
taineer halted his curious visitors in a
clump of trees. STOPPING down. he eau
tiously pointed to lonesome-looking cabin
not far away.
"'Do you see that man sitting in that
doorway he whispered.
" Yes was the response.
WALL continued the pilot, that's my
son. Twenty years ago he entered the
army with the full intention of becoming
a colonel-but he's a private STILL
His Wife Was Gone.
'Be We a Twin here?" asked typical
New England member OF the G. A R., as
he grabbed at the coat sleeve Of one Of the
passing throng on 14th and the avenue last
night just at dusk.
YES" was the response
wall" continued the veteran, who
seemed to be controlling some turbulent
emotion, II amt, and by gum. 1 Jest left
my wife a minute ago to step into this
here store, and now she's gone.
After relieving his mind regarding the
sudden disappearance Of his wife the vet
eran seemed to think he had done his duty
by her and wandered off up the street
Twas a Big "Blush Apple"
Don't you put that in your pocket
With start a couple Of well-dressed
women who were intently gazing on the
display Of Kansas products in the way of
vegetables at the corner Of 18th street and
New York avenue shrank back with a
guilty look. The "old vet" who had made
the remark to them had a twinkle in his
eye.
Il mean that air Maiden Blush apple" he
continued. pointing to a huge pumpkin,
which must have weighed fifty pounds.
The Kansas farmers who are guarding
this display are having. to their mind all