Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1922-02-24
HIS WORK SHALL LIVE.
Golfers Weekly.)

Va " titC llGIuOEY OIL
its great enthusiasm. You may have
come to disdain and even despise
them, but they are never unrooted.
Then you reached your highest-and
you know it.
When u noble ideal kindles such
enthusiasm, that ideal becomes one
Of those things that without warm
ing, Mt rare intervals, flares up. And
you sit in the light of the flare ant!
ponder. Why did it fail? Not be-
cause it was not beautiful-rignc--
desirable. Was it because you were
not fit for beauty, righteousness, de.
STABILITY?
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 to-day araw
together around Woodrow Wilson. 1t
requires explanation. Why, in Wash
ington for months now, has tho
sightseeing wagon followed his car:
Why do the chattcring tourists IN
side grow silent as they pass At!
They don't peer. They lift their hats
and sigh, and it sometimes takes
minutes and striking sights to break
the mood the fleeting glimpse 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
wcck-walk 10 his house and stan,,
there in groups, speak together II,
hushed tones as if something solemn
and cnnobling moved in them? Cur
iosity? Men chatter and gihe and
Jostlc in curiosity. These people are
silent, gentle and orderly. You WIN
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, hun
dred, even sometimes thousand.
They cheer him as he passes, ant,
there are often chokes in the cheers,
and always tenderness. Why do they
do it? Nothing more instructive,
more implanted, goes on in Wash
ington. Let it be known that he Is
III his seat in theatre, and the
whole house will rise in homage. Let
his face be thrown on the screen, and
it will draw greeting that the face
of no other living American receives.
And this is not true in Waahingtoii
alone.
Why should the vast throng ina,
packed Pennsylvania Avenue from
end to end on Armistce Day have
stood revercntly, with heads bareu in
silence as the bier of the Unknown
Soldier passed, attended by all the
official greatness of the moment
the President, his Cabinet, the Sup.
RENE Court, the House, the Senate,
the Diplomatic Corps, Pershing, Foc.i
why should this great crowd have
watched in silence until, quite unex-
pectedly, carriage far down the
line came to view? Why should this
crowd, unconscious of what it was
doing, have broken into low cry
of sympathy and grief: "Thcre's vii,
son!" The cry flew down the long
avenue.
They saw him as the man who hao
called into service the boy they hon.
ored, who had put the wonderful
light in his eye, that light of which
great French surgeon said: "The
American soldier is different from
all others. don't know what it is,
whether it is God, the Monroe doc
trine, or President Wilson; but he
has something in his eye" Yes, Will
sons place was by the dead soldier,
pnd the PEOPLE knew it, and told
him so by their unconscious out
burst.
Woodrow Wilson means suine
thing to the people of the United
States: something profound, sumo.
thing they cannot forget. Peopn.
think of him now as the man who
was behind the inspiration of their
greatest moments; who stirred then,
to fresh understanding of the
meaning of words that had become
mere patter on many tongues-'de-
mocracy,' union He made them re-
alities, personal, deep-showed then.
as the reason of all that is good in
our present, all that is hopeful II,
our future, the working basis Oh,
which men may strive to liberty o.
soul and peaceful achievement. He
made them literally things to die Tor,
lifting all of our plain humble thou
sands who never knew applause or
wealth or the honor of Office into the
ranks of those who are willing to
die for an ideal-tho highest plane