Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-11-11

with them are James Delaney. cnlet
torpedo man; Charles Lee O'ccnner,
Chief water tender, and Sergeant
Ernest Jnnson. of the marnAs, for the
navy. The official pallbearcrs. the gen,
erals and admirals, will follow behind
By twos.
Crosses, medals, palms. ribbons nre
on every breast. They are the hall
marks Of hCroisn.
Suddenly there is a far away boom
40 Of distant blasting. THE minute
gun at Fort Mycr," some one says.
Watches are held till sixty seconds tick
OF and second concuseion shakes the
air. Throughout the funeral march to
the grave that minute gun throbbed and
pulsed like the heart beats of the
nation.
And now the last movement in this
drama of the dead begins.
Cortege Is Set In Motion
The rotunda doors Of the Capitol are
dsrtened by a little group Of men. Re
hind them comes another group Of eight
swaying slowly in step and bearing high
aioft on its shoulders n flag draped OBJ.
Ject. simultaneously every head in tho
multitude below is barred. The Khaki
line with its brown guns presents arms.
the officers salute, tho flags are dipped.
the mournful notes of u dirge swell ont.
The nameless one hns started on the
last stage of his long, long journey
home.
A gun carriasc with six slork black
horses and rigid riders. daShes up to the
foot OF the. broad semi -Circle of the
Capitol steps.
The casket moving down Ia meet 1t
slopes forward on the shouldorr Of the
bearers till the stars in the blue field Of
the flag are visible.
In It's progress down the sweeping ex-
panse OF marble the little cortcge is like /
jeweled thing Of life in blue and rcd
and gold. with al its colors cleaning
in the brilliant sun.
The day had dawned gloomy. with
white hoar frost on the trees and shrub
berry Of the Capitol grounds. The huge
dome looked like a massive blur in tho
mist.
As the casket vas lifted high into
place on the Caisson. the SUN burst forth
from behind the clouds like a bened"-
tson and shone with radiance over the
panoramic scene.
March Past Caisson
The caskct is strapped to the gun /
carriage and the body bearers stand nj ,
attention. From the end Of the plaza
the clear notes of a bugle ring out. +
Tho military escort in ali ts panupIy /
OF war\begins its march past the Gals. !
son in honor of the namecss one.
Brigadier General II. II. Banhol;l. |
ccmmandant Of tho district, leads III" !
line. Every department of the Army. /
Navy and Marines il represented. There I
are battalions OF infantry and cngi- !
neers, squadrons of cavalry and field .
artillery. national guards. burjHcKcts .
and marines. As the right Of tie col !
umn swings in under the lPatless trceC
that overhans the asphalt roadway, the ,
United States army band from Wash /
ington barracks breaks into dtrgc.
1t is one of the supreme moments in
this supreme tribute ~ the unknown ,
American. 1t is the last parade past
his form by his comrades doing honor. !
not alone TO him, but to all tho known :
and the unknown Americans who have
slept in the soil of France
The flashing sabres of the last squad |
ron of the Third Cavalry have scarcely |
disappeared before another transforma- !
tion scene is set. The pomp of war
gives place to the Prince of Peace. The .
clergy, moving out of the Capital. are
led by Bishop Brent, former senior
CHAPLAIN Of the A. Il. +. In file of .
three behind him march Chaplains II.
y. Lazarone, J. B. Frazier and J. T. |
Axton. Every denomination is repre-.
sented III the ranks of these soldiers of
the cross.
There is n moment OF delay, and then
the six black horses swing into the !
opening. The caisson, with its precious
na8-draped burcn, turns on its heavy ,
wheels. The eight body bearers fall in |
on both sides of il, with the honorary !
rall-Dcarers just beyond them In single ,
die.
Thus the living and the lead take up +
their way to ArlinRton
Harding and Pershing Together
The long vista of PENNSYLVANIA ave-
nue. is empty as the head of the fu-
neral column sweeps into IL around the |
curve of the Capitol grounds.
There is n total absence Of dem |
onstratlon from the thousands along the |
curb. Following the casket, the Pres-
dent marches with General Pershins,
looking neither 10 the right nor left. \
Nr1ng OF secret service men stretched
along close TO the crowd.
The War department schedule breaks |
here. The place assigned to cx -Prcsi-
dent Wilson Is vacant. lie was to
have preceded the Supreme Court The
odd coincidence is that Of the Prr>i-
dent as chief mourner, with one of his
Predecessors, now Chief Justice OF the
supreme Court, following lin, and fur
ther back In the line another ex Pre~i-
dent, who completed the DISTINGUISHED
trio.
Then comes the dramatic climax of
RMS phase of the solemn occasion.
Burst of Applause for Wilson
Possibly to facilitate his exit from,
the line of march, ex President vii
sons equipnge is farther back. He
q sandwiched in just before the War
veteran Societies. He is riding In
low phaeton drawn by two horses. At
his side Is Mrs. Wilson in Il seal wraD.
wearing a huge red rose.
The ex President. fuller of face than
when the Washington multitude last
saw him, shows the traces Of his pro-
tracted Illness. He is appreciablv Older
His hair is whit. and untrimncd, nc.
centuating his badness and the stern
set OF his features. lie shares with
the attenuated band of Legion Of Honor
men the only demonstration of the
day. AS the crowd catches sight Of
his familiar face there comes frSt A
scattering burst Of applause. dcco-ous
but emphatic, 1t grows as il gweeDs
through the multitude until It takes on
tho form of an ovation.
The pathos Of the episode is an an.
peal to the sentiment of the patharrd
thousands. The broken, white haired ex.
President. the once dominant figure in
the councils of the world, now the holder
OF subordinate place in the climax
of the most soul stirring episode of 4
Nations tragedy, awakenS every gen.
tn tf,nn, &c Al.