The Washington herald., 1921-11-10

spot. There were similar ones ev.
erywhere In the grass-oovered ne
cropolises into which had been
gathered the bodies Of those who
had fallen in the CONFLICT. Many who
were known In death As In life
came home. over across the blue
Potomac In Arlington the groups
OF mounds have grown larger and
larger as the mortal remains Of the
"Yank" heroes have been brought
home to rest for all time. But
Buddy" still was missing. And the
weary months extended into years
and he still was away.
But the end Of the waiting has
come. Last night in the rotunda of
the wonderful Capitol that lifts
its glittering dome sentry like
above the beautifuls center Of gov
ternment Of the country for .which
The sacrificed his all. Buddy" rested
In q hag-bedecked casket. He, who
was only q laughing boy in the
too brief years Of his life, Is to be
honored tomorrow as no other
American ever was. A President,
Justice of the Supreme Court, Sena-
tors and Representatives, oficIals
of high and low degree will walk
haltingly behind his poor. she'll
torn bones.
The Great Do Homage.
A marshal OF that France in
which he laid down his life will
mourn him. An admiral of proud
Britain who himself faced death
at Jutland on the bridge Of his
battling flagship will pay him high
honor. A Belgian nobleman, idol
OF the heroic little kingdom whose
lighting men held the German
horde b1ng enough to allow France
and Britain to weld together a
hghting force that eventually
halted the enemy at the Marne,
win trudge along the pavement
to show him respect. Sunny. Italy's
greatest warrior will grace our
"Buddy's" last march with his pres
ence. His own leader. tn. genera
OF whom he was so proud, will
symbolic his grief by participat-
ing in the nnal enshrinement of
Buddy" In the tomb on the Vir-
ginia hills. Visiting delegates.
here to endeavor to nnd some
method that will make impossible
sacrifices In the future Of the dear
est and the best Of nations
youth, all are to honor our
Buddy" He was Just q simple
American boy In life. In death he
Is the greatest figure OF our ma
tbonal life. He died that others
might live and enjoy the freedom
of a republic in which tyranny
cannot find a foothold. But II he
could have thought about the les
son that would come from his death
he simply would have grinned at
1t. He was just an average boy
when his country's call came. He
looked on 1t all as a frolic. And
II last night his soul looked down
on the flag bedecked casket, watch
ing the solemn sentries as they
guarded his mortal remains. he
had no regrets for what happened.
Yes, It's ''Buddy."
But you say that 1t may not be
my Buddy" that. is here and who
was brought these long weary miles
across the Atlantic on the Olympic
once the nag ship OF that sturdy
American admiral, George Dewey.
Yes, 1t is! Every unknown soldier
buried in France was my Buddy
L
tered human frame that once con-
tained the smiling personality OF
that boy matters nothing. Ny
Buddy" is symbolic of every boy
and man who wore the uniform and
gave his life for the nation. He
STANDS for that gallant force that
on land and sea emphasized that
the free institutions of this world
could not be cast down and a tenn
Pile of autocracy erected In their
place. He is Buddy" He is Tom.
And he Is Billy. And he is Stew.
and all of the others that we a
knew 80 we'll. 1t was fitting tha
he should BE- brought home in stat
on that cruiset which two decades
ago led the battle line into Manila
Bay and replaced tyranny with
freedom. We can visualize the
shadowy spirit OF the gallant Dewey
watching from his place with the
immortals the old vessel moving
through the dark shadows of the
night and the bright sheen OF the