The sun., 1919-03-26
Stand at 80th Street Filled
With Proud Fathers and
Mothers.
GIRL LEADS THE RIOTERS
Siren Voiced Enthusiast
Seemed to Know All by Their
First Names.

York turning out to see him march up
Fifth avenue again.
And It was true as truth to her, the
middle-aged woman who sat with her
husband on the reviewing stand at
Eightieth street. both of them straining
their eyes in the eager effort to pick out
their soldier from the thousands march
ing by. Some 100000 (more or less)
wives. mothers, fathers, brothers, sis
tiers, sweethearts, friends, &C., who like
wise watched the parade would have diff
fered with this pair of parents on the
proposition that it was all in honor Of
Dan. But she knew 1t was, and though
she didn't formulate the thought she
probably knew that the bright sun shin
ing out of the cloudless blue sky also
was arranged by an appreciative Provi-
dence for her son.
And after all she never caught sight
OF Dan! She had 1t all fixed how they
we're to watch out for him. Now,
father" she said to the grizzled man
with service star on his coat lapel,
when the wounded had passed and Major
Gen. John F. Organ, at the end Of the
long wait between the two sections, rode
up at the head of the unscarred troops
TO the sound of deafening cheers-"now,
ing and I'll look the way they're going,
and between US We can't miss him.
Wounded Men Cause Deep Stir.
The boys all look alike with their tin
hats and packs and guns" grumbled
Gather. And as It turned out they did
look so much alike as to foil this watch
ing mother.
1t was easier for the friends Of the
wounded to pick out their boys-oh, sad
ly easy for them. As the hundreds, the
unending hundreds. 1t seemed, OF men
with amputated limbs. with shell shock.
with dark glasses over marred eyes,
were carried slowly past in automobiles
piloted carefully by the Red Cross Mo-
tor Corps girls, something that was
strangely at variance with the glory OF
the day fell upon the watching throngs.
There's too many of en-" NUT
tered one old man as he looked.
What I say is" burst in a plump
woman. whose eyes were running and
whose nose was fast getting a brilliant
pink. what I say is every one Of those
boys ought to be made independent for
life. They're entitled to it,
"As-so-lute-ly.'' agreed the old man.
They were jolly. though. most Of those
wounded heroes, and be it said that they
had every inducement to be SO yester.
day. They sat in nests of. oranges
were buried in chocolates and cigarettes
they had flowers in their buttonholes
flowers tucked in their overseas caps
flowers flung on the hoods of the open
cars In which they rode. And best of all
they had liquid refreshment In green
bottles. What is It men drink out OF
green bottles? Whatever it Is those
wounded soldiers consumed 1t shame
lessly fitting their bottles to the sunny
sky with no apologies to William III
Anderson, and winking roguishly at the
admiring crowd.
showered with Cigars.
Well. they knew they were the darling,
az New York. ana maybe, under all the
fun and the glory, they knew that however
much the Government and their friends
stand by them. there are tough day.
ahead of some of them, for camoufage 4
as one will II Is hard for a chap in hi
youth to be manned for life. And so
It being their day yesterday, they mad,
the most of 1t.
THE pleasures all yours" one i'm
pudent young rascal of a doughbo!
yelled from an ambulance of the Ma
tional League for Women's Service
waving his crutch in salute to a prett,
girl who leaned over from her seat IL
the stand. shrilling in excited soprano:
"Oh. you boys, IL we amt glad to hav
you back"'
One automobile load OF wounded men
perhaps finding the cigarettes with whicl
they were showered bit insipid, cuppe,
imploring hands at the folks in the STAN
at Eightieth street and roared in i'm
passioned bass. tenor, baritone. &C.:
Cigars! Heave us some cigars
Instantly there was an avalanche o
good fat ones How one stand held s
many cigar smokers was a myster.
And loud laugh went up when a dig
nihed matron hauled a handful of Ha
vanas from her shopping bag and thre,
them with unerring aim into that car.
II thought some soldier would war
some, so l took a few of my husband'i
! smoke nothing stronger than cigarette
myself" she explained to the friend
with her.
The Caisson of the Dead.
II was a good thing to have the,
Incidents to bring the feelings back
the normal after the great IL mob
sadness OF watching the flower draps
caisson go by. and the mighty hont
roll with its 1880 stars. There wer
by the way, few gold stars to be SCI
on the sleeves of those on the STAN
and in the sidewalk crowds. Yesterdi
Doubtless was a a. for thaS wearers
gold stars TO keep at nome. Out oi
gold star there was on the stand
Eightieth street. The man who bore
on his left arm was as ardent as an
one there in cheering the marching cor
rades of his son who had died.
His brother" touching the star wi
a work-worn forefinser, his brother
down there, walking with the boys of 4
10th. Don't know as l could ha
come II It hadn't been for that .
come back and one is buried In France
said the man. well, ought to be gil
got one son left
Tho caisson came at the end or
period of restlessness OF the waiti
crowds, for though 1t was only IL
o'clock when 1t rolled somberly. imprt
sively past the official reviewing sra'
I'm front OF the Metropolitan Museu
with the saddleless led horses behir
many on the stands and In the sire
had been there for hours. To be su
the airships had been dippng n
swooping above. and then there we
the splendid young West Pointers
their blue uniforms. drawn up IN ire