The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1922-03-03

(The following remarkable article is
an editorial from Golfers Weekly. a
strong Republican publications.:
One of the permanent possessions of
a human heart is the memory of its
great enthusiasms. You may have
come to disdain and even despise them
but they are never uprooted Then
you reached your highest-and you
know 1t,
When noble ideal kindles such en-
thusiasms, that ideal becomes one of
those things that without warning, at
rare intervals, flares up. And you sit
in the light of the flare and ponder.
Why did 1t fail? Not because it was
not --right--desirable Was
1t 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, unconscious
way in which men today draw togeth-
er around Woodrow Wilson. 1t re-
quires explanation. Why, In Wash
ington for months now, has the sight
seeing wagon followed his car? Why
do the chattering tourists inside grow
silent as they pass it? They don't
peer They lift their hats and sigh,
and II sometimes takes minutes and
striking sights TO break the mood the
fleeting glimpse of that drawn, long
white face has stirred
Why is II that on Sundays and hol-
idays men and women and children
most of them busy through the week
walk to his house and stand there in
groups, speak together in hushed tones
as II something solemn and ennobling
moved In them? Curiosity? Men chat
ter and gibe and jostle in curiosity,
These people are silent, gentle, and
orderly. You will see them before the
theater on nights when 1t is known
that Mr.. Wilson is within, quietly
waiting for him to come out. There
will be fifty, q hundred, even some
times a thousand.
They cheer him as he passes, and
there are often chokes in the cheers,
and always tenderness. Why do they
do it? Nothing. more instructive, more
unplanned goes on in Washington
! Let 1t be known that he is In his seat
| in theater, and the whole house will
rise in homage. Let his face be thrown
on the screen. and it will draw a greet
ing that the face of no other living
American receives. And that ds 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 Unknown. Soldier
passed, attended by all the official
| greatness of the moment-the Presi-
dent, his Cabinet, the Supreme Court
| the House, the Senate, the Diplomatic
! Corps, Pershing, Foch-why should
| this great crowd have watched in sill
/ ence until, quite unexpectedly, car
riage far down the line came to view?
| Why should this crowd, unconscious
! of what it was doing, have broken in
TO a low cry OF sympathy and grief:
'There's wilson!" The cry flew down
the long avenue.
They saw him as the man who had
called into service the boy they hon
,ored, who had put the wonderful light
in his eye, that light of which a great
French surgeon said; "The American
soldier is different from all others.
don't know what 1t is, whether II is
God, the Monroe doctrine, or President
Wilson; but he has something in his
eye" Yes, Wilson's place was by the
dead soldier, and the people knew 1t
and told him so by their unconscious
outburst.
Woodrow Wilson means something
to the people of the United States
something profound, something the,
cannot forget. People think of hin
now as the man who was behind th'
inspiration OF their greatest moments
who stirred them to a fresh under
i standing OF the meaning of words tina
had become mere patter on man.