The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-12-02

Philadelphia, December 1-(Special. )-I am steeped in the lore, the life and the legend of George Washington. This City es Brotherly Love sounds more war like note in it's public streets, in it's quiet by-ways, than I have yet heard in my brief stay on this side of the great ocean that reaches the shores of our allied nations.
 am sure it is because the tone and atmosphere of Penn's own city makes any movement on it's calm horizon spe- cially noticeable.
 At any rate. war is spreading her blood-red banner in those quiet streets where the archaic past is jostled some- what roughly by the husrying shoulders of progress.
 Probably to English eyes the attraction of Philadelphia lies in the fact that it somehow suggests home" Rittenhouse Square, the once hallowed island of turf washed by the tide of extreme and eX- elusive fashion, is l believe no longer what it used to be in the old days when Walnut street was the mecca of civili- zation as far as belles and beaux of that aristocratic quarter were concerned.
 But it has a simple dignity still, green suggestion of isolated superiority that to the eyes of the visitor from over there" conjures up visions of Grosvenor Square or Berkeley Square or other cases of tall trees and emerald turf that make beautiful the fashionable portions of London's Mayfair.
 At any rate, Philadelphia satisfied and soothed me after the fevered unrest of New Works perfervid progress. I ar rived at rather fortunate psychological moment in the Quaker City, for I found that Lady Chetwynd was being much feted and talked about. She was the guest of Col. and Mrs. John s. Muckle at their hosp;table house in Walnut street. and during the two or three brief days of her stay lunches almost caught up with dinners which might have in- terfered with suppers, so various were the entertainments given in her honor.
 Mrs. Muckle's house is famous in Phil adephia for the many well known Eng fish men and women who have been feted within it's doors. Lord and Lady Aberdeen have been guests there more than once.ss So, also, has that amazing lady, Evelyn, Countess of Warwick, while members of the British commits sion and many others of private and official rank have all broken bread'' in the beautiful dining room, that has many associations with past traditions carefully preserved by the popular host and hostess.
 But delightful as 1t was to be enter tained in Walnut street, it was still more wonderful to me to be driven out to that history crammed ground known as Valley Forge park, and to see there the magnificent memorials to the revolu- tionary days, when George Washington took his stand against the British and won his cause for that new republic" which now joins issue with the old motherland in another war of indepen- dence.
 It was strange to finger beneath that splendid archway raised as a tribute to the great generals of the newborn United States and remember that where once parent nation and rebell- ing child had fought their historic fight, now, nearly two centuries aft CT they join hands and are firm in their resolve to fight until their com mon cause Is won
 As | was standing beneath this su- perb arch of triumph a party of Uni red States sailors drove up in motors. A minute or two after came three or four British officers from the recruit ing depot in Philadelphia. The boys in Llue gave their sa1utes with a fine swing and the English soldiers took the greeting as if they felt in it some thing warm and personal that made it more than the official recognition of rank. It was a dramatic moment that in such surroundings helped toward the making of history.
 A VISIT TO VALLEY FORGE
 I was lost in fascinated spell of romance and history when later on visited that little low -robwed, white faced house at Valley Forge, where General Washington made his plans to outflank the British forces. It Is all so exquisitely dignified so com rletely reserved in it's expression of simple resolve and strength.
 The Georgian furniture, the white. washed walls, the old coats, the gleam. ing brass--I longed to have quiet and peace for an hour in that little house that once upon time held the fate of great nation.
 But onward" is ever the motto of