Norwich bulletin., 1917-09-08
BOB WHITE.
NEW YoRK's HISTORIC PARADE

Dear Sisters of the Social Corner: With eyes blinded with tears, l stead fastiy watched for i've hours last l Thursday 5000 stalwart boys in khaki march down Fifth avenue iii their five miles farewell parade in New York and the beginning of their long, long jour- uey "over there."
 Never was there a greater or more tory of inc city of New York than this national guard. now the 21th division
 of the United States army, the contri
 button of the Empire State to the vol
 unteer army of. America.
 Never was there a sturdier or more
 determined band of. men than these who have arisen to meet the emer- gency and who unf1inchinsiy marched straight ahead like men last Thursday down one of the greatest thoroughfares of the world.
 Major General Johs F. O'Ryan and staff led the procession. preceded by the police department band and a mounted police escort Colonel Cor nelius Vanderbilt, splendidly mounted. followed at the head of the 22nd en- gineers.
 Neither pomp nor display was shown as the long line of Khaki, officers, men of arms, infantry, cavalry. artillery, engineers, signal corps mHn, first aids to the injured, medical aid corps, ann balances and supply trains drawn by four mules, soiemnly swept down Fifth avenue amid the cheers and tears or two million people.
 From my point of observation, the window of one of the large stores on 26th street and Fifth avenue, enthusi- asm manifested itself in many ways. From the housetops and windows of the SkyscraperS came showers of cigar cites, candy, fruits and flowers, to be trampled under feet, as the boys swung steadily inward, under the fire of roses and bunting.
 Occasionally, when the khaki lines StOppdf for a five minutes halt, the borabardment was vigorously renewed, and the boys would eagerly snatch a handful fo falling dainties and divide among their comrades.
 And as the seemingly endless train marched on the bands played martial airs and persisted in playing "Over There" and the strains were taken up by the bystanders. and the words lover there, Oh. we won't come back till it's over. over there, ever there," were mingled with their cheers.
 And on they came, :. stream of khaki, every hand carrying rifle, every step buoyant with elasticity, every face shining with patriotism. Some of them carried packs and kits well filled; others carried blanket rolls.
 Bunches of crimson. roses were lying by the side of the khaki drivers of the artillery, ammunition and ambulance wagons.
 Dy lHe sue Ol lHe UOyS Ol lHc HlId infantry walked their mascot, "Bul- let's" donated by the Herald and Tele- gram to the 27th division. and doing his little bit" He wore his collar bearing ;he noble inscription Give Elm He'll" and he looked quite able to do the trick. for he appeared as he passed along, nearly the end of his five-mils walk as lively as when he started.
 There were other dogs, but none like Bullets There was nothing on "Snappers," who trudged by the side of the 18th coast defense, like a good soldier. One little dog looked be- draggled. His steps Jagged and his tongue was hanging. A small monkey accompanied another company.
 Another mascot that attracted con- sidera ble attention was a little picka- ninny, about 6 years old. striding along in army uniform withNone of the com panies of the Seventh regiment.
 Yes, a wonderful sight. Line upon line of men eager to take up their training in the trenches of France. They are going lover there" and thou sands more will follow them. They have started on their long, hard road overseas, but they will not falter.
 THE LITTLE SINISTER.