The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-02-06
Wish Of Lamented War
 President Will Be \ Followed To
BREVITY. TO MARK
 FUNERAL SERVICE
Only Few Persons Will Be Pres
 ent At Chapel When Remains . Are Consigned To Vault
PRESIDENT COOLIDGE
 INCLUDED IN GUESTS
Ceremonies To Include No Mill tary Pageantry, Only Excep-
 tion Being Honor Guards

WASHINGTON, Feb. 5.-(By As sociated Press. )-Lonely in the inscru- tible majesty of death, Woodrow Will son kept his last vigil tonight in the quiet room where life ebbed away. Eternal calm and great peace brooded over the still. strong face. Deep graven lines etched by years of pain and suf- fering were softened in death, the look of strain gone forever.
 Dear ones will have looked their last on those chisled features when another sun has set.
 The broken machine, the valiant spirit that ruled it freed, will have been laid tenderly away amid sculptured marble to sleep forever.
 There was little more of preparation necessary today for the funeral cere- monies tomorrow. They will be doubly strong by their utter simplicity. Even l the double religious services will be brief and lack much of the cadence sorrow of church ceremonials for the dead. Of military pageantry there will be none. It was so Woodrow Will son wished to be served in the last hours when men could do for him.
 
 Three times in less than three years the national capital has been called to witness the solemn ceremonial attend ing the funeral rites of men to whom the nation would pay the highest honors at it's command. First in that succession came the funeral of Amer icas Unknown Soldier. There was more of pride than sorrow in that mighty outpouring of American grati- tude and patriotic devotion about the bier of the humble, nameless son who was glorified because he died for the flag. It was glorious spectacle that surrounded his entombment.
 Profound sorrow marked the funeral of President Harding. He also had been struck down in the full life of his service to the flsg aud n,rr iaegeaec his untimely death, Again, nut vita utterly different note .dnderlyiuk tue military and civil pagaantFy of honerS I was mustered -aEaia ne broad s4s ass lnue over which si6ws America ; tides l of feeling in hours of victory. sorrow brimmed full with ordered E%s armed men a..d again under the ss.. dome of the capitol solemn service for the dead was rendered.
 Third Day Of Mourning Tomorrow comes the third day of na- tional mourning, day that will be | strangely different from those that went before. Again the nation stands eager to lavish the full splendor of it's sorrow about the bier of the fallen serv- ant. Again it would blaze on to the world it's pride as well as it's sorrow in the American life that had ended. But he would not have had it so and the American people have acquiesced in his longing for the privacy for the final citizenship. There will be no sound of drum or funeral note as he is carried to his resting place in the cathderal; no military coloring save fhe uniform of handful of gallant comrades of the sister services over which. in their great hour of trial by the fire of war. he was commander -in-chief They alone will lay hands upon his casket in his last journey.
 The family service at the S street home will be held in the library. inst below the room in which the dead war President still lay tonight. There, in the years since he came speeding home ward from the capitol nearly three years ago to know for brief time free dom from all cares of state and the trials of high place, he has often saf among the loved books that rank them selves about the walls, old, trusted friends, ready to his hand. It is a peaceful quiet room, remote from the noise of the city of strife and conten. tions. of the world. Before it's wide fireplace Woodrow Wilson found much ease, and comfort despite the heavy hand of fatal illness that lay upon him.
 Memories Recalled
 There. no doubt, in the long quiet hours of calm reflection, his tired eyes gazed back over the troubled years he hind him. Before him again were marshaled the figures on that great world stage where he had played so stirring part. Again, in fancy he must have felt the heart-stir men feel when the world acclaims them great: again the surge of high emotion iron, which he drew Inspiration for the val iant words in which he voiced the chal- lenge of democracy as the world fal- tered on the brink of utter ruin.
 Who knows what memories of men, tai anguish were his as he thought again or the day when his command must sent the dauntless sons of America to render up their lives for the flag or, the bloody fields of France? Who