New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-11-29

khaki ranks there were many anxious
hours beyond the big one when they
should be reunited with the home folks,
lost 70 them for nearly half year, and
they knew it. Some had lost their jobs
through sticking by the colors. Others
had left behind businesses which they
feared might have dwindled 70 nothing
in their absence. Young lawyers and
Young doctors-and old lawyers and
old doctors, as well-saw themselves
again forced to climb the uphill road
which leads 10 a paying practice.
II was these things that occupied the
thoughts Of the 7th and kept eyes on
the back of the man in front, studying
the worn khaki as II there were to be
found the secret of the future, as the
regiment marched home.
AT the Manhattan end Of the ferry a
crowd Of more than 5000 was at hand
when the ferryboat Philadelphia, bear
ing the entire command, bumped INTO
the slip. II was then past noon. Since
before in the morning the men VINO
travelled in the first section of the 7th
special, with Colonel Willard c. Fisk
and the headquarters staff, had been
marooned in Jersey City. These were
companies Z, F, G and H, comprising
the second battalion, and commanded
bv Major Robert Mazet; the mounted
scout company, the machine gun COM
pany, the supply company and the med
ical corps.
Crowd Welcomes Gusrdsmen
Even before the first section OF the
special got IN the nucleus Of the crowd
had formed on the Manhattan side.
.
hour il became more impatient. At last
the wait came to an end The Philadel-
mia made fast and the gates were
swung open. The throng, pressing for
ward, was engaged and held for the
third down by a stout, blue line OF
police.
out of the blackness behind tn:
Farmhouse gate came the shrilling OF
the lfes. First Of all the regiment
through the gate was little, wills
Lered dog, bundled against the unfa-
miliar chill of the north in rag OF
army sweater. lie appeared, barked al
the crowd and fed whence he had come
That was "Incinerator," picked up
By the 7th on the border and adopted
officially as mascot. They call him
that because we'll, janitor service is
frightful along the Rio Grande, es-
pecially in military encsmpments;
what you don't eat you must burn,
personally, in the company Kitchen s
incin-. "Incinerator" saved lot
Of trouble that way before any one
even thought Of adopting him.
Colonel Fisk Arrives
A stocky man in olive drsb was the
next 10 emerge from the blsckness.
He kept right on coming, not sharing
the fears of the mascot. A leather
holster, with the butt of large auto
matte protruding therefrom, banged
against his thigh as he marched. HIS
skin was Drowned beyond all belief.
Even his grizzled mustache seemed
overlaid with tan. A close friend
might-might-ha identified the SOL
der az Willard C. Fisk, erstwhile cor
poration lawyer, Of Jersey City, but
now chiefly colonel Of the 7th lnfan-
try, N. G. U. 8.
On the heels Of the colonel came the
ffes and the drums. Then the regi-
meut The police worked violsntly on
the crowd, clearing a way. But their
efforts appeared bit supsrfuous:. The
7th looked capable Of walking right on
through without aid.
As the colors went past-the Stars
and Stripes beside the regimental ban
ner Of blue-a man took off his hat
Then a dozen took off their hats, .
score, hundred, thousand.
Hats OF TO Colors
Hats off it was all along the line, .
deeper tribute than cheers, for it has
been observed of Americans that tho
impulse TO cheer comes easier than
that to uncover.
The ffes were playing with furious