New-York tribune., 1921-06-23
Lone Boo Lost
LIN Cheers as
Sims Arrives
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roll OF men of Irish blood who gave
! their lives overseas
Il can't comment on things like that
ncw," said the Admiral. revealing in
his manner a strong desire to express
himself, but probably will comment
later"
Mrs. Sims, smiling graciously, opened
the door of their cabin to request her
husband to sign q customs declaration.
Trailing the Olympic astern was q
small police boat. On her port side
was another police boat and on the
| starboard was the pride of the police
navy, the John F, Hylan, couple of
/ thick-chested bluecoats scanning the
waters OF the North River for signs of
the Sim Fein submarine, the Brian
( BoTu. But if this invention of old Jim
Corrigan's was anywhere on the river
1t was discreetly submerged
But there was one Sim Fein craft
afcat on the Hudson. AS the great
bulk OF the Olympic swung with the
tide preparatory to warping into her
dock a white, side wheel excursion
! boat. the Onteora, padded astern up
! the river. A horde Of passengers lined
her rails and across the water came a
lifting tune. 1t was THE Wearin' o.
the Green"
Along the decks of the Olympic there
swept laugh that grew and grew.
1t was 10:05 o'clock as the last lines
O. the Olympic were hauled to the pier,
which seemed from the decks to be
crowded with blue coated policemen.
AT the end of the pier were a score of
naval officers.
Letter Given to Admiral
At 1910 O'Clock the last line was
made fast and the gangpiank was run
| aboard. One minute later the Admiral
was stepping on the pier trying to
shake hands with all about him and at
the same time obey the injunctions of
| Police Inspector James S. Bolan to
"Step this way, SIR" into an elevator
that lowered him to the street level.
AS he was leaving the elevator 8 GUS
toms guards handed the Admiral a let
| ter that had come through the masl and
| been sent aboard the Olympic. The Ad-
miral handed this missive, later the
! subject of controversy, to his aid and,
with Mrs. Sims, entered one OF two
navy automobiles waiting there with
engines running. Two lines of police
men formed q lane TO the end of the
pier.
A policeman wearing the yellow
chevrons of the mounted service, at a
signal from Inspector John O'Brien, in
charge of traffic, swung himself into
the saddle and clapped spurs to his
horse, which responded with galloping
hoofbeats that echoed nightly within
the pier.
Chief Inspector Thomas Murphy and
Inspector O'Brien entered an automo-
bile and shot after the mounted officer.
| Behind them came the two navy cars,
tianked on either side by a squad Of
! motorcycle police.
Lines of Police Guard
This procession, sweeping out Of tie
pier into the sunlight of Vast and
Eighteenth streets, crossed plaza
guarded on all sides by solid lines of
policemen. There was troop of fifty
mounted men drawn up in platoon
front Besides these there were six
hundred patrolmen, with complement
OF inspectors, captains, Heutenants and
sergeants, holding line about re-
stricted district that extended north to
Twenty-third Street, south to Sixteenth
Street and east to Tenth Avenue. In
side their lines was a space as free
from unauthorized humanity as the
Nevsky Prospekt in the old ante bel
luln days, when Czar Nicholas desired
to read a proclamation. Nowhere in
| sight of the occupants of the motor
cars was any species of Sim Feiner.
Speeding east in Eighteenth Street
ar twenty mile an hour pace, still
preceded by the galloping blue clad
horseman, went the three motor cars
tra;led by several cars containing news
paper men and photographers.
AS Chief Inspector Murphy's car
crossed the police line at Tenth Avenue
small gatherings of men lifted their
| hats and cheered.
| few seconds later the galloping
| horseman was joined by relay, who
! led the way into Seventh Avenue, pick
/ ing up on the turn a red automobile
! Of Fire Department battalion chief
This machine, fairly flying up Seventh
! Avenue with screaming siren, "froze'
all traffic until Admiral Sims and his
/ escort had passed by.
/ From the curbstones and halted
! Seventh Avenue street cars men and
women leaned to cheer and applaud
| If there were any boos or Kisses they
! were not heard.
Between Twenty-eighth and Twenty
/ ninth streets two platoons of police
were drawn up on either side of the
| street. Passing these, the procession
turned into the Thirty-tirst Street
! driveway of the Pennsylvania Station
| Admiral Sims, his wife at his side
entered the grand concourse of the
! SSN"'NA' W NFV4y y l4GFClCi VI lOICSISL
/ present there was policeman. The
| party walked to an elevator, cheered
1 as they went by several score of smil-
| ing men and women. This was not a
| prearranged demonstration 1t was
| simply q natural outburst. Down on
! the track level Admiral Huse, saluting
| said:
We'll, Sims, is there anything more
| can do"
Not thing, and thank you. Every
| thing is fine"
| Guests of Station Master
! Chief Inspector Murphy then in
formed the Admiral that his train
/ would not leave until II :0S, and sug-
| gested that he wait in the station mas
! ter's office. 1t was then 1920. the
! trip from the pier having taken pre-
| cisely seven minutes.
| w. Il. Egan, the station master, led
| the way TO his Office. and there Ad-
miral and Mrs. Sims remained until it
| was nearly time for their train to
! leave.
| Again they walked through the sta
! tion, but this time the structure was
crowded with people, who elbowed and
| showed against stout line of cops
standing elbow to elbow AS the Ad-
/ miral strode along, as if he were re-
viewing the New York Police Depart
/ ment, there came reverberating cheer
from the massed people.
After he had boarded the train the