Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-05-08

I see him" In, her hand she held a
letter which had told of the date of
his leaving Brest.
From the. time when the parade
swung out into Market street from
the Pennsylvania Station until the
tired and happy soldiers trudged
toward homes they had not seen for
many months, the march was a
grand, triumphal entry into the city.
The surging crowd defied all police
regulations and broke into the street
where gray-haired mothers, stalwart
and beaming fathers and joyful
sweethearts pulled their own war
riors into their arms.
First Greetings
Hello, Bill" why, there's Jack!"
Mother, there's our Toni" These
were the constantly re-echoed excla-
nations of those who stood along
| the sidelines. and frequently a moth
er who had been tottering along in
her frail way before, suddenly be-
came as agile as a squirrel or a
street gamin as she darted through
the crowds to her own beloved boy.
Near Market street on North Front
were a half dozen women watching
the parade. Their husbands were
overseas. IT have two sons who
fought for Liberty! One of them is
in a base hospital and -" she
couldn't finish her sentence because
of the sob in her voice but a gold
star on a black band around her
arm told the story more impressive
ly than words.
There were scores of anxious
mothers along the streets who
watched for their sons, with eyes
and race beaming in mother love-
There he Isl" came the glad shout
when suddenly a boy, barely passed
his teens would come tramping up
the streets. A glimpse of the moth
er was enough to bring happiness to
every boy.
At first the crowds applauded. But
after first glad moments of meeting,
there was silence, deep and golden,
for hearts were too full for spon-
taneous demonstrations. Everybody
was happy, too happy to talk sensi-
bly,. "How's the cat?" a soldier said
to his sister as they stood Chatting
on the corner of Second and Walnut
Streets after the big parade, waiting
for a car. "Cat?" his sister ques-
toned. why do you ask about the
cat?" I want to know everything
about my home" came the explana-
ton. 1t was simply an illustration
of the gladstone spirit that reigned,
save in the cases of those mothers,
whose golden starred armband told
their pitiful tale. MY boy was in
that company, and he sleeps in
France now" said one of these
mothers. as she dabbed at her eyes
with a cotton handkerchief, that was
wet with tears. ''He died in the Ar
gonne fighting and his colonel sent
me wonderful letter of praise"
Boy Scouts won much enthusiastic
comment from their splendid service.
Yeomanettes, who came hand in
hand with nurses who had seen over
seas duty, were given an immense
ovation.
Once, they had met. their boys,
fathers, mothers, sisters and sweet
hearts could not be torn away, but
walked side by side.
,m Colorful Scene
Up at Second and North streets.
there, was a colorful scene when all
the vivid mass surged to the arm
ory past the Victory Arch, and tried
to get in, but their task was hope
less.
The band struck up THE Star
Spangled Banner" as the parade
halted near the Armory. Jane Mac
Donald, Mrs. Chris II. Sauers Al
media Herman and q bevy of other
motor messengers with automobiles
chockful of wounded soldiers, wore
dark looks. for 1t meant their soldi-
ers must struggle to their feet. New
er mind, lady, we can do it." said
q private with wound stripe on his
arm and his other arm in sling, az