The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-03-30

doubt, doubt grounded In cyni-
cism, 1t was as though grown men
should suddenly turn up a solemn
concIave telling fairy tales. Re-
sponsible rulers In Europe could
hardly keep their face straight.
Monsieur Clemenceau chortled in
his glee. God" said Clemenceau,
Gave US his Ten Commandments,
and we broke them. Wilson gave
us his Fourteen Points-we shall
see. And again: MY friend
President Wilson is a man Of
noble chardeur"-noble candeau
is French idiom. which means
stupid duplicityp'
Great Welcome In Italy.
The Italian statesmen gave the
signal for a demonstration to
the President in Italy almost
bacchanlain in Its favori And.
winking a merry eye at him,
pointed to Fiume! President VIII
son ignored these covert affronts.
IL he saw them, and passed on,
telling his gorgeous fairy story
about the goodness of men and
and the powers Of God.
It was terrific, this creed 0f
the peace from good viii as op-
posed to the peace by force. And
that was the essential fairy story
that America brought to Europe;
that was the American ideal. OBJ
viously it was not peculiarly
President Wilson's creed. In
America, at the core OF our
hearts, we will carry this hope.
For we have no traditions back
OF us to make us doubt; we have
only youth with its boundless
faith. We are the new world.
So much for the stage setting
Now for the gallant hero. After
his parade through Europe, he
came to Paris to meet his experts
He rose from the cloud of his
American satellites, like one Of
RaphaePs cherubs suddenly
stretching his legs in the seventh
inning, to look at the glories de-
low.
He rode nearly always with
Mrs. Wilson, who affected purple.
a dark wine purple, and who
looked with him very much the
figure of a smart, middle-aged
American woman, about her own
business, which was the care and
feeding Of a President.
He settled down in Paris in
mid-January after his triumphal
tour was finished. So far as the
outward man was concerned, he
was static. But behind the doors
Of the little White House in Paris
great changes came into his life
and heart. The anguish of COM
promise scaled off much of his
complacency, and there were days
in the late spring when he walked
to his spiritual Golgotha.
When he had finished his tour
or Europe, when he had reused
the base desire for higher things
In the breasts of the masses,
inspiring a pathetic Messianic
hope which-sorry the day.
never could be realized this side
of Jordan, he sat down at the
Peace Conference table as a phil
osopher. The conference was
his waterloo.
He could not combat the trick
cry of the worlds leading pro
fessional politicians, so he went
down to defeat. His ideals went
down with him.
After the conference debacle,
Wilson returned home, finished
UP his term by continual wrang-
ling with the Senate, and in
attempting to tour the country
for his cause. When he was
forced to return to Washington,
a sick man, he remained Sc
cluded until his term was over.
Their Home In s Street
The Wilson's then went to their
new home in S street, a rather
good house on rather good
street in northwest Washington.
There for nearly three years,
Woodrow Wilson and Edith Boil
ing, his wife, lived as private
citizens Of the republic. The