New-York tribune., 1918-04-27
By Sarah Addington

IF only the Governor could have
seen her lace collar, Mrs. Thomas
W. Ward, the "fve star mother"
who rode at the head of the women's
division yesterday, would have asked
TO more of the day. For this was no
ordinary piece of neckwear, made and
bought in the ordinary way; it was a
collar of dreams for a mother of SOL
oilers, sent over, as it was, by two sol
der sons, who weren't too busy in the
thick of things in France to remember
that March ! was Mothers birthday.
But it was cold and the fur cape had
TO be pulled up tight, and SO the collar
missed the glory Of being reviewed by
the Governor.
But it was her day, after all, for
could any proud Irish mother of five
lighting sons have gone through such
q day without knowing it to be her very
own The dofing Of hats at every turn
OF the street, the smiles and the cheers,
the kindliness of all the world toward
just can't keep the grin off my face"
she said. "They make me feel as If
were somebody, instead OF just Mrs.
Ward, OF Hackensack, y. j."
So Happy, but On, Her Boys.=
And then she would straighten out
the smile and try to be solemn, as be-
fitted the dignity of the occasion, when
"Hey, missus, good for you" would
come 10 her ears, and back would flash
the happy smile, as the automobile
went up the avenue to the steady thack-
thack of applause and the music OF
Cheering voices.
Yes, it was a triumphal procession
for Mrs. Ward, of Hackensack. But
thrilling as it was 10 have people cheer
you, and sweet as it seemed to De loved
By the whole world around, yet what
could be more satisfying to mother
than just to sit and talk about her
boys7 And so between mods and bows
i. was something like this for the re-
porter with Mrs. Ward didn't know a
thing about those five. Thomas and lr-
win. Anton and Jack, and Ed, the SON.
in-law):
@Jack-he's the sergeant-stationed
10 Baltimore, got married the otner
Gay, and they came up to see US on
tneir honeymoon. Three OF
.aem are in France now, you know.
I've written seventy eight letters to the
TWO tina. are in the artillery. and forty
nm. a,ne % the aviator, Tom, jr-. Who's !, a a,
>NN'-
1or all that crowd. used 20 have to
maze sixty biscuits for one meal when
Az the boys were home That
noy over there looks Ike Anton Oh,
wsii. all soldiers look like rny soldiers
% ne was 80 afraid I
"ouida'. get 10 be in this parade.
speldn't walk, you know, 20 Just went
ap~n to The Tribune and asked them
aoo1t il, and they got this car for me-
the parade was copy for report
-. l ~ was also copy for Mrs. Ward, for
ne wnole story is going straight acrosg
me Atlantic in letters directed 70 the
'arse who are In France.
Won't the boys be glad to hear
ABOUT thisy Won't it be fun TO send
mem pictures of their mother in pa
roe On Fifth Avenue? Mr.. Ward is
siekled TO have me In it, but they'll tell
Everybody in France when they know"
=. ne wanted 10 see just how tickled
a.f. Ward would be, and how we
ssIfained and craned at Twentieth
greet, where he had promised To be,
1se sad gone 10 have his glasses nxed.
Iae better 70 see his wife. no doubt
~ snd wa1 70 be standing right in full
yysew. But Mrs. Ward could not Hnd
5; n.n; y wss rather disappointing, but
A5sn philosophy saved the situation.
WsI, he's here some place, and /