Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1908-05-15

ohN iNhANNloNOt N"is' N'hN
Fighting Bob, Fighting Bob!"
The name rolled along the packed
lines, was taken up from window
easement and flung to rooftop. The
cheering heralded his coming.
Fighting Bob! Fighting Bob!"
As his carriage turned into Van
Ness avenue the cheers had developed
into one continuous roar, tremendous
in its immensely.
Fighting Bob! Fighting Bob"
He dotted his hat again and again.
He saluted. He smiled. He bowed
right and left. The crowd lost itself
in paroxysm of enthusiasm.
Suddenly above the shouting came
the ruffle of drums and the piercing
call of bugles-and Evans forgot the
crowd. He leaned out of the car
riage and looked down the street to
where he saw the long row of white
caps and rifles of the marines advanc-
ing toward him. The band went by
with a clash and bang and the
first company was alongside the Ad-
miral's carriage.
Guide right" sang out the COM
pany commander, and the row of
heads turned to meet the face of
their Admiral and lifelong friend
| looking down at them earnestly. He
seemed to peer into every face and
they looked back at him, both recog.
nizing that this would be the last
time they would march by him as an
admiral of the United States Navy.
Evans Parting Glance
! What mattered the cheering? What
mattered the applause? Nothing was
of note except that his boys wer,
swinging by him for the last time
He looked at each company as Il
passed and continued to gaze aftel
them until the next came alongside
And the men understood.
Fighting Bob! Fighting Bob!"
The crowds shrieked in their fren
|zy. They threw more flowers. The.
shouted themselves hoarse. II was "a
naught, for the marines had passe,
by and up the avenue We're marching
the men of the. Connecticut, the oil
familiar faces on many frolic, hi
own men.
Bids His Men Farewell
His eyes greeted every man, an
they answered back as the marine
had done. 1t was deep calling to tn
deep. A man speaking to men. s
lent was the farewell amid the tu
multi of popularity. Not hand wa
|, lifted, not word spoken. Compan
after company marched by and
each was given the pathetic glance.
Fighting Bob! Fighting Bob!"
II seemed petty and small in cor
nection with the pathos of the seen
in the street. The shouting was gi'
! en- him. The glances from the me
| he had won. And so they went b.
company after company, ship aftt
ship; all the old camrades of a lif,
| time marched by him. 1t was h
! final review. A smile twitched h
lips at the sight of some mascot, bl
1t was ieeting. Heaven knows II
moment was not for smiles.
Active Career Is Ended
To him 1t was recognition of IL
fact that his duty had been done, h
race run and nevermore would
, tread the deck in command OF Il
men swiftly passing before his visio
Life would sail on and the old wa
horse would step back-Rear Admi
al Robley ID. Evans, United Stat
Navy, retired.
The last company went by, Il
last glance was given, and he sar
|. back in his seat, utterly spent al
worn. He looked old now, did Evan
very old and very sad. He sat sti
5 and silent. The throngs repeat,
their applause. All the shouting tn
had gone before seemed to have b
come concentrated at this junctu
into one hoarse roar, but he paid
heed.
9 Battle Flags Rouse Him