Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1921-11-12
1.-THE FULL TEXT OF PRESl-
sDENT HARDTNG'S SPEECH
WILL BE FOUND ON PAGE l3;

Great men in the worlds affairs
heard that high purpose reiterated by
the man who stands at the head of
the American people. Saturday they
will gather In the city that stands
almost in the shadow of the new
American shrine of liberty dedicated
Friday. They will talk of peace; of the
curbing of the havoc of war. They
will speak of the war in France. that
robbed this soldier of life and name
and brought death to comrades of all
nations by the hundreds of thousands.
And, in their ears, when they meet,
must ring President Harding's decla-
ration Friday beside that flag wrapped,
honor laden, bier.
There may be, there shall be a
commanding voice of conscious civil
ization against armed warfare
For Those In Flanders Fields.
Far across the sea other unknown
dead, hailowed in memory by their
countrymen. as this American soldier
is enshrined in the hearts of America,
sleep their last He. in whose veins
lies beneath a great stone in ancient
Westminster Abbey; he of France be-
meath the Arch de Triomphe, md he
of Italy. under the altar of the father
land in Rome. And it seemed that they
too. must be here among the Potomac
hills to greet an American comrade
come to join their glorious company
to testify their approval of the high
words Of hope, spoken by Americas s
president. All day long the nation
poured out it's heart in pride and
glory for the nameless American. Be
fore the first crash of minute guns
roared it's knell for the dead from the
shadow of Washington monument, the
were trooping out to do him honor.
They lined the long road from the
capitol to the hillside where he now
sleeps; they flowed like tide over the
slopes about his burial place; they
choked the bridges that lead across
the river to the fields of the brave, in
which he is the latest conner.
AS he was carried past through the
banks of humanity that lined Penn
sylvania avenue. solemn, reverent
hush held the living walls. Yet, there
was not SO much of sorrow as of
high pride in it all, pride beyond the
reach of shouting and the clamor that
marks less sacred moments in life.
Just a Simple Soldier.
Out there in the broad avenue was
a simple soldier, dead for honor of
the flag. He was nameless. No man
knew what part in the great life of the
nation he had filled when last he
passed over his home soil. But in
France he had died as Americans
always have been ready to die-for the
flag and what it means. They read
the message of the pageant, clear.
these silent thousands along the way.
They stood in almost holy awe to take
their own part in what was theirs,
the glory of the American people,
honored here in the honors showered
in Americas nameless son from
France. Soldiers, sailors and marines
all played their part in the thrilling
spectacle as the cortege rolled along.
And just behind the casket with its
faded French flowers on the draped
flag. walked the president, the chosen
leader of hundred million in whose
name he was chief mourner at this
bier. Beside him strode the man
under whom the fallen hero had lived
and died in France. General Pershing,
wearing only tho single medal of VIC
wear, as his only decoration.
Then, row on row, came the men
who lead the nation today: or have
guided it's destinies before. They were
all there. walking proudly with age
and frailties Of the flesh forgotten.
Judges, senator's, representatives,