Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1922-03-02
FROM GOLFERS WEEKLY.

come to disdain and even desplsl
them, but they are never uprooted
Then you reached your highest-ant
you know it.
When a noble ideal kindles sue
enthusiasm, that ideal becomes one
Of those things that without warn.
ing, at rare intervals, flares I
And you sit in the light of the flare
and ponder. Why did it fail? Not
because it was not eautiful-righ
desirable. Was it because YOU
were not fit for beauty, righteousness
desirability?
Peoples are like men. They may
lay aside their great hopes, but to
the end there are hours when they
sit with them and ponder.
Perhaps that is the explanation
of the persistent, mysterious, uncon-
scious way in which men today
draw together around Woodrow Will
son. 1t requires explanation. Why,
in Washington for months now,
has the sightseeing wagon follow
ed his car? Why do the chattering
tourists inside grow silent as they
pass it? They don't peer, they lif
their hats and sigh, and it sometimes
takes minutes and striking sights to
break the mood the fleeting glimpsi
of that drawn, long white face has
stirred.
Why is it that on Sundays and
holidays men and women and child
ren-most of them busy through
the week-walk to his house and
stand there in groups, speak to.
gether in hushed tones is if some.
thing solemn and ennobling moved
in them? Curiosity? Men chatter
and gibe and jostle in curiosity
You will see them before the theatre
on nights when it is known that Mr.
Wilson is within, quietly waiting for
him to come out. There will be fifty
a hundred, even sometimes thous-
and
They cheer him as he passes, and
there are often chokes in the
dheers, and always tenderness.
Why do they do it? Nothing NOR;
instructive, more unplanned, goes
on in Washington. Let it be known
that he is in his seat a theatre.
and the whole house will rise il
homage. Let his face be thrown OIL
the screen, and will draw a greet
ing that the face of no other living
American receives. And that is not
true in Washington alone.
Why should the vast throng that
packed Pennsylvania avenue from
end to end on armistice day have
stood reverently, with heads barred
in silence as the bier Of the I'M
known soldier passed, attended by
all the official greatness of the mo-
mellt-Phe president, his cabinet
the supreme court, the house, the
senate, the diplomatic corps, Perish
ing, Foch-why should this grea'
crowd have watched in silence un-
til, quite unexpectedly, a carriage
FAR down the line came in view"
Why should this crowd, raconsciou
of what it was doing, have broker
into a low cry Of sympathy and
grief: There's wilson," The CT!
flow down the long avenue.
They saw him as the man who
had cal!:d into service the bov they
honored, who had put the wcIdcr
ful light in his eye, that light
which a great French surgeon said:
1.-The American soldier is differen'
from all others. / don't know what
it is, whether it is God, the Mon
roe Doctrine, or President Wilson;
but he has something in his eve.
Yes, Wilson's place was by the deaf
soldier, and the people knew it, and
told him so by their unconscious
outburst.
Woodrow Wilson means some
thing to the people of the Unite(
States; something profound, some
thing they can not forget. People
think of him now as the man VIII
was behind the inspiration OF thei
greatest moments; who stirred
them to a fresh understanding Of
the meaning of words that had be-
come mere patter on many tongues
democracy" union" He made
shem realities, personal, de
showed thin as the reason Of all
that is good in our present, all that
is hopeful in our future, the work.
ing basis on which men may strive
70 liberty of soul and peacef
achievement. He made them liter
ally things to die for, lifting all O.
our plain, humble thousands who
never knew applause or wealth or
the honor of office into the ranks
of those who are willing to die for
an ideal-tht highest plane tnat
humans reach.
Pennle are thinking also Of his