Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-02-18

have puzzled even greater poets-such as
Don Marquis. The poem is called welcome
to Our Heroes" and begins:
Welcome home, Great Heroes,
Nobly hath thou fought
and continues,
We know the price. the sacrifice
That ye each paid to learn,
and by and by concludes
Welcome thrice :. welcome, Great Heroes,
Defenders of Humanitye
The world now lives, on what thou didst
For the great spirit, Democracy.
AFTER putting Lombard street behind the
voyager becomes Immediately aware of
the Italian atmosphere. Brightly colored
cans of olive oil wanton in the windows the
Tripoli Barber Supply Company. whose win
dow shines with all manner of lotions and
shampoos, offers the Vesuvius Quinine Tonic,
which is said to supply "unrvaled neutre-
ment' for the hair. Little shops appear dis
playing that curious kind of painting which
seems to be executed some metallic sur
face and is made more vivid by the inser-
ton of small waters of mother-o pearl
where the artist wants to throw in a note
of high emotion. These paintings generally
portray Gothic chapels brooding by lakes of
ultramarine splendor; their only popular
an expression of fixed nobility watching over
the bedside of a young female innocent who
lies clad in a blue dress. beneath a scarlet
coverlet, her golden locks spread over a
white pillow. The faithfulness of the animal
and the secure repose of the child may be
profitably studied in the length of time neces-
sary to light pipe. ] feel sure that no
kind-hearted lfootpad's home is complete
without this picture.
THE Ronaldson Cemetery. laid out in 1927
i at Ninth and Bainbridge streets, comes
a distinct shock to a sentimental way
farer already unnamed by the above appeal
to the emotions. Mrs. Meredith, the kindly
caretaker. admitted me through the massive
iron gates, surprised and pleased to find a
devotee of cemeteries. In the damp chill of
a February afternoon the old graveyard is
not the cheeriest of spots, but / was re-
stored to optimism by this inscription:
Passing stranger think this not
A place of fear and gloom:
We love to linger near this spot
1t Is our parents tomb.
This, however, was carved some fifty years
ago. j fear there is little lingering done In
Ronaldson's Cemetery nowadays for the
stones are in i'll repair. many of them fallen
According to Scharf and Westcotts history,
II was once considered the finest cemetery
in the county and "a popular place of
burial" Just within the gateway are two
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merry little family of children is growing up
undepressed by the strange surroundings.
One of these houses, according to Ronald
sons cautious plan, was ito have a room
provided with a stove, couch, etc, into which
persons dying suddenly might be laid and
the string of a bell put into their hand so
that II there should be any motion of re-
turning life the alarm bell might be rung,
the keeper reused and medical help pro-
cured"
TAMES DONALDSON was a Scotchman, as
| J had already surmised from an obelslS
| erected. Sacred to- the memory OF Scottish
| Strangers" and possibly his cautiousness in
| the matter of burying people alive may have
| suggested this favorite theme TO Edgar
| Allan Poe. who living in Philadelphia
| at the time when the magnificent new ceme-
terry must have been the talk of the town
! Scotchmen have always sbeen Interested In
| cemeteries. and as / walked those desoa Il
| paths among the graves / could not heir
| thinking OF Stevenson's love of the old Gray
| friars and Cation Hin burying grounds In
| Edinburgh A man was busy digging grave
| near the front gate. and a new oak caske
| lay at the door OF the keepers house. 1t was
/ strange to see the children playing rounc
| happily in such scenes
| T. MEANT TO get as far as Christian street
Il the Forum and Appian' Way Of Litti'
Italy, IN this travel. but space 10 pp.
save that for snother>fimc. ,. q