New-York tribune., 1919-03-04
The Coming 7ower
THE WELCOME
Washington, February 81, 1919.

Washington, February p, 1919.
and too far overhead the sky was furtive
The gold of sunlight fell across-between
The lines of heart-full men who marched and
marched.
But that all-yet not quite all
For from the brush that budded in the park
A grackle, frightened, showed purple fight,
And swirled across the lawn-and hid himself
Far overhead the who dared to live
And de-few vaantly and yet there was no
cheer.
The tenseness of the silence unleashed:
A little child cried in its mothers arms
She hushed the babe with foolish little pats
And said. There. there. my dear. don't cry so
loud"
A hundred thousand watched the Welcome Home
And most of them ate chocolate or chewed gum
Exca inning, Mamie! Lookt-ain't e cutev'
Up at the corner of the park a soldier stood
Upon his sleeve were two gold bars that told
of wounds
He tainted. crying. 30, Great Christ-pleass
help me-
And still the glory sun bcamed down upon throng
That watched dreamer welcoming himself
While marched behind three thousand sulen men,
Yet from the crowd there came no single cheer
Upon the seats had made effective
People sat each holding in his fist
A little flag with Mr.. Wilson's picture
And printed underneath it, "Welcome Home !"
A husky Bud from Aberdeen who drove truck
That hauled cnmoufaged and proof fired gun.
Cried TO Cob who waved at him. "Oh. hell!
Come on, Bill. les go home"
the Capitol
The Senate and the House. As is the custom.
Emitted low, faint moans, and talked and talked
Down on the street soldier with on. leg shot of,
Sold flags and toy balloons
The trolley cars had halted for the time
But on their ends great placards Aauntcd this
appeal:
Help Soldier Get a job"
Came to me then these lines OF Stephen Crane:
cluttcrcd incoherency that cries unto the stars
God Save Us ="
And the rest is silence
Daily Wheeze for the President: "And,
my fellow citizens, when blind, visionless
opposition charges against very far
sighted policy, it recalls to me remark
made IN 1914 by Mr. Stephen French Whit
man, the acutely observing novelist. Which
side are you on?' he was asked. 4 am
neutral said Mr.. Whitman 4 don't care
who aatr
fellow citizens, that that is not the spirit
or those who interpret the pulsating heart
Of America.'
Our notion of bum sport is the Young
man who claimed exemption bnt u,as
drafted and sent to France and who on
MS return, sneers at the 50-year-old officer
with three silver chevrons
Captain Fisher captured the IMAGINATION
Of Harvard football enthusiasts. both mon
and maidens, when he led his team to vic
tory over Yale IN l911.-Town and Country.
Leaving the imagination of the Town
and Country editor intact, however," writes
Nertas. "The score was co."
Charley Van Loan is dead, and the ner
~NP's" "iiOIHlcut VI HodlJnV sunshine
TINS country is measuraby less Van. we
think, would have liked this to be semi
abusive obituary paragraph, and we wish
we might tell him that it won't be
Senator Sherman speaks of the "mere
haberdasher in phrases which intoxicatev
otiii, after July /, all bartender will be
allowed to mix will be metaphor
The retiring Attorney General apparently
believes that some Of those Jailed and in.
termed were the victims of that yir,lent
war disease, spyorrhea
"The band plays Der Wacht am Rhein, -
The Tribune
Showing the masculating effect Of defeat
on the language.
Inns department is utterly in favor of
Sunday baseball, unless the hardship IN
that sensitive plant, the balplaver. should
be too great
"a TYPICAL AMERICAN"
typical American is a middle aged
clean -shaven, male biped who constantlv re-
marks upon the exceptional mildness of Tho
present winter and finishes by saving: "Rnt
look out for March; she's generally a
corker'' He refuses to be the third person
to dip his cigar into the flame of match
and he raps his knuckles against the desk
cautiously after Dragging that he has not
yet had the FLU" typical American. he
barks long and loud about the Incompetence
and wckedness of all the reigninr civic
and national officials
register for the general elections He sleeps