New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-05-12

/ Some day he's going TO ask me ques-
tons. and can't answer them If l stay
at home and let life go by me. can II"
/ | forgot my own fear quelling hers.
The sentiment Of democracy was evil
dent. Women pushed in hatptns that
they had never seen before. Caste and
class were ignored. There was just one
big, united family.
THEN TWAS FORWARD. MARCH"
Suddenly a tremor passed from line TO
line. Everybody Strengthened up to posi-
ton The pretty marshal gave the word
10 start. And the first l knew ! was
pivoting at the corner Of 9th street and
Fifth avenue like West Point cadet.
That was a moment
For. as we marched from the narrow
through an open door into wide, free
expanse Of beautiful landscape, stretch
ing on and on, lined with helpful. SYM
pathlzing faces, far into an unseen dis
lance where there were music, sunlight
and exquisite colors.
II was very symbolic and very inspr-
| ing.
On and on and on! Little eddies Of
disturbing hoodlumry forced the process
sion into narrow spaces at congested
centres but order was soon restored. and
between times I noticed that the police
men were taking the affair very peace
J fully. Their whole attitude seemed to
| say:
It's the women marching. Nothing's
goin' TO hurt EN-" I actually saw one
bluecoat. his cotton gloved hands
crossed, his eyes closed. taking little
catnap. right on the line of march.
KNEW THERE WAS NO PERIL.
They apparently knew pretty we'll that
there wasn't a man in the enormous
crowd. spreading a solid mass from start
10 finish. who was going to throw
stone. rotten egg or an abusive word.
And I think that is a tribute TO both
sexes,
After a few blocks the overpowering
spectacIe resolved itself into detail.
A unit insignificant Yet significant /
lost all idea OF personality. was but
one in a great army. 7 glanced over my
shoulder. Young Mothers face had an
inspired look. She was gazing at both
sidewalks at the same time, searching
for Son. SOPHISTICATED Suffragette muir
INJURED: Isn't II too grand?" The Eng
fish girls. striding athletically, looked
varilv for overripe produce. Timid
Friend shriekod: You couldn't push me
out Of this line" Four pretty marshals
came. Right. Left! Right! Left! Keep
vour line straight, Nearer the centre.
d! No talking,
ALWAYS the rhythm of moving feet
steady. firm. true. The thud, thud thud
Of a conauering army. an accompani-
ment 10 a song Of triumph.
That accompaniment 10 that song OF
triumph is ringing in my ears yet
GOT AN ENSEMBLE VIEW.
As We made the half curve at 93d
street, I got my first view of the process
sion You can't act In a play and see
II. too YOU know ! caught glimpses OF
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brilliant colors against gray back
grounds. the baby green Of young trees
deep magenta Of briCk-all the fat tones
Bits of ebon here and there marked the
college companies. yellow and purple
remnants flying were like great hocks OF
lowering butterflies.
7 don't see how actors control the i'm
nulee 10 greet friends in the audience.
7 found myself waving frenzied salutes.
\ motorcycle COD rushes by. We don't
turn our heads, though we wonder II
there has been an accident.
Cameras snort What do We care? We
are willing To be facially libelled In
sunday edition.
The sidewalks are n study. From the
SETTLING. sweatshop district 10 the st.
Regis Hotel they gradually change-the
coming voters OF the slums. the finished
products Of generations Of opportunity.
all equally Interested 1t is kaleido-
scope Of vibrating life. The silence OF