Evening star., 1921-10-29
FOCH CAPTURES HEARTS
OF NEW YORK INSTANTLY

in his smiling face or keen, kindly
eyes, as, marching straight ahead, ho
advanced with hands stretched n
front of him to greet Americas mfff-
tary leader
A hush seemed for a moment to fall
over the crowds as the two men of
war warmly clasped hands Standing
In the open square. the pair chattpd
as old friends meeting at railroad
station, each intent only on the words
of the other
When the greeting was over and tho
marshal started toward his car the
cheering broke forth afresh. The first
oil his short. choppy salutes was given
| to veterans Of France-nen who had
fought with him on the battle scar
red plains and valleys of the western
front
| There they were-a gallant platoon
i-soidiers of the French artillery and
infantry, Blue Devils and Birdmen,
| some with empty sleeves, all with
I decorations
Takes PhOtOgraphers' Orders.
Next the marShals glance fell upon
a battalion of American regulars. with
khaki and tin hats. And then a sight
| tenderer than the rest-a group OF
| Red Cross nurses in uniforms OF
white.
Photographers would not perui,
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to step into his car For perhaps the
| first time in many years. Marshal
Foch had to take orders
| Stand there .-
| over this wayr'
| Hold itr
They came fast and furious. hut
! they soon were Overland the marshal
| didn't seem to mind at all being or
dered about
Then started the parade of tri-
| umph. As the line Of motor cars
| moved under the elevated tracks mo-
| formen forgot to move their trains
! They just opened their whistles and
kept them open
There Were no steps to be seen on
| the customhouSe. There We're just
| row upon row of people-peopie mad
with enthuSia SIN, who shouted and
| cheered long after the marshals car
had passed. 1t WAS soon evident that
ike the humblest patron of the sub
| way, he was to stand all the way un-
| town. for the crowd would not let him
slt down. He stood the entire way
| on the rear seat of his automobile
with his fingers constantly at his cap
peak.
Spectacle on BrOadwav.
| AS the procession swung into
| Broadway, across historic Bowling
Green, the marshal found the great
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| narrow cut, with its great stone
sides, the procession pushed its way.
| F'luttering everywhere Were the flags
| of America and France. OF Great Brit
| ain and Belgium, of all the allies.
| Although the sun was hot and over
| coats were unneeded. the marshal
! must have thought himself in the
| midst of a blizzard. For dowppoured
a never ceasing shower of white
paper. So thick was the shower that
| it nearly biotted out the great spire
| of Old Trinity, bound by yards and
yards of ticker tape that fiuttered
| from the uppermost stories of sky
scrapers. The din of cheers drowned
| conversation.
| The crowd allowed the procession
| to pass. but once past it broke and
| filling the street, pressed on behind
! the motor caravan.
All could not press into city hall
plaza. which already was packed, but
all tried. At the entrance the mar
| shal found awaiting to greet him
| woman in gilt armor astride a horse
| of gilt. 1t Was Jeanne dare. The
marshal saluted.
| Then he entered the city hall, and
| there Mayor Hylan bestowed on him
| the keys of the city. But the marshal
didn't need them. All doors were -un-
| latched for him.
But the man who once had com
| manded members of the American
| Legion now was under orders from
| that organization. On to Washington
! was the word pa assed to him, and the
| marshal. re-entered his car with Gen.
| Pershing.