Bisbee daily review., 1917-10-21
American Troops EUOke Frenzy
 Of Cheers from English When
 ReUieWed by British SOUereigp

(From the London Chlonicle) Who passeth here ?"-"We of the new
 brigade,
 Who come in aid-to take your place
 who fell,'
 What is the countersign ?"-"That we
 have weighed
 The cost you paid-yet come!"-
 'Passl All is we'll"
 Shane Leslie.
 It was such a day as might have been in August, 1914, had our troops been permitted to march the streets in sunlight To their mysterious and appointed end they stole away in the lonely darkness of night, and no voice cheered them and no hand held theirs in greeting or farewell Since then the official mind has learnt to think a little differently-a little more sym pathetically, perhaps. So it was given to us to greet America as we might have greeted the British soldiers, and all our hidden pride and restrained en- thusiasm burst forth the other day and were offered freely to the American 'Ours"
 If they were not ours before, they became ours then. We adopted them; they became something more to us than soldiers. In those hours of great cheering a sense of intimate kinship
  of war
 It was not, in the superficial mean ing. picturesque procession. But it was intensely moving, very inspiring; and there could be no greater mes sage of cheer and consolation in time of war weariness than the message in the eyes and in the gait of every Amer ican soldier who passed through our city. That message was, We mean to see it through"
 London Makes Holiday.
 Very early in the morning people selected their viewpoints and waited patiently, watching the enormous crowds that joined them. Traffic was diverted or stopped altogether Shops | were shut and business was suspend ! ed. And later the meeting of the war | cabinet itself was. adjourned so that 1 the prime minister and his colleagues might become as the people of the streets, making greeting to the men who mean to see it through
 Mounted police headed the 2roces- sion. Following was the band of the Life Guards-and then came the Americans. Londoners are not very ready to cheer. Theirs is the way of silent tribute. But they forgot the silly traditions of British reserve They might have been Irish or Ital- ian in their wild enthusiasm For as the first Americans were seen, cheers were raised, such, as have nev- CT been heard in London. Along the roadway, strewn with the petals of roses flung by women, the Americans marched. In the distance, they looked little like Australians ; They wore the familiar slouch hat tied with red cord and canvas gaiters and they carried their rifles with aiI the neatness of the experienced cam paigner. Stern, grave of face, they were l, looking straight ahead, as if conscious of the stupendous importance of their It seemed, indeed, as if to them this was as much. the road to , the war as the shell broken, dusty highways of France.
 SaIuting "oId Glory" Louder and still louder rose the cries as the Stars and Stripes came in view. Soldiers in the crowd saluted; men raised their hats, and Iwomen threw their flowers and waved their l handkerchiefs-and some of them sob- bed happy tears of pride as no man Y or woman need remember with shame. At intervals passed the bands of the Grenadier Guards, the Irish Guards with their kilted pipers, the Welsh and the Scots Guards, while flagbear- CTS with the Stars and Stripes, and ] in one instance with the regimental colors of the unit to which most of the men belonged, headed detach- ments.