The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-09-18
THREE FOREIGN NATIONS JOIN IN SOLEMN TRIBUTE
 TO AMERICAN ZR-2 DEAD
(Contjnued From Page one)

(StNuEVcu from t'dEc Ouet khaki was drawn up along one side of the auditorium.
 Then again the tramp of marching men, and a platoon of Royal Marine light infantry, from the British cruiser Dauntless. which yesterday bore the bodies home, entered. On the side facing the Americans, the Britishers-trim In their blue uni forms with white belts and pith hell mets-took their stand. Into the rear of the hall filed sail ors from the Brazilian battleship Minas Geraes and the French Cruiser Ville DTS.
 Vivid Color Contrast
 Then the doors were thrown open to all. As the floor slowly filled, it became an oblong of contrasts. The glitter of gold lace on staff of ficers was tempered by the sombre dress of the women. In this scene, 1t was the men, not the women, who touched the picture with color.
 On the platform were seated men of rank-the Secretary of the Navy; three admirals: commanders of for eign warships at anchor here: Sir Hugh Trenchard, British air minis ter; Maj. Gen. Robert Lee Bullard Of the United States army; British and French counsel generals and men prominent in varied walks of life
 But even nearer the caskets were privates and ordinary seamen, while inside the auditorium and outside. were men without collars, who stood for hours in the rain until their clothes were soaked, to pay tribute to men who had faced death un- flinchingly. The democracy which the gallant sailormen had known in life was theirs in death.
 The sound, of muffled drums out side the hall-the strains of the Star Spangled Banner within, and the service had started.
 Women in black, closest relatives of the dead, who had pressed their handkerchiefs to their eyes as they passed the caskets on entering the hall. stood a little straighter, held their heads little more proudly when they hear the anthem of country for which their sons. broth CTS and husbands had lived and died.
 Mother Breaks Down
 But there was one gray-haired mother for whom the strain was too much. the sorrow too deep. It seemed as if she would faint and she was led weeping from sthe building.
 Secretary Denby raised his hand kerchief to his eyes as the mother was assisted down the aisle, moan ing again and again:
 My baby'
 Lieut.. Com F. E. Mover, navy chaplain, conducted the final ritual that of the Protestant faith. A male quartet sang Lead Kindly Light
 Then Secretary Denby stepped for | lxx.o rd pal ican seamen, bearing bouquets sent from President and cabinet. Rev erently he placed one on each coffin. Sir Hugh Trenchard and the com mander of the Dauntfess then laid on wreaths from the British embassy, British air ministry and the crew of the British cruiser which had served as funeral ship. On the casket of Commander Louis H. Maxfield, who was to have had charge of the ZR-2 on her transatlantic flight, was representation of the airship, in English violets, with card in scribed:
 "A remembrance from your ship mates, whom you left behind Then Capt M C. Gleason, Catholic cha plain. conducted the second serv- ice. Opposite him, holding lighted candles, were three bluejackets youngsters scarcely IS.
 Nearer, My God. to Thee" and then three volleys. Sharp and crisp they rang out. A bugler sounded taps. The service was over. When the yard had been emptied of visitors, Is hearses drew up in front of the mess hall and the caskets were borne away to the naval hos pital. Four bodies will be inferred in Arlington; one. that of Lieut.. Emory Coll, will be buried at sea and the others will be turned over to the nearest of kin.
 Secretary Denby decided not to de- iliver an address, preferring that the ceremonies be confined to the solemn ritual prescribed by navy regulations and accorded American naval heroes 1 ever since men-o'war flying the Stars | and Stripes have sailed the seas | Long before the gates to the yard were thrown open crowds began to i gather Along Sands street. parallel ling the Brooklyn water front to the yard. shopkeepers had made it day of mourning. closing their doors and ' facing the front of their stores with the American coiors and black crepe.