Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-11

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Vi MussstNs " story OF the Revo
Nv >s,lsa2a, luton will Civ
~ you the pulse
throbs Of d super
m OWE. Failinf
him, there Is. nothing that will 50 res
surect those ancestors Of ours az
pilgrimage to the shrine that ths
| War Department has set apart FOL
the glory Of past that can never
die.
To the dullard who can See moth
Ing extra in o primrose the Govern
ment's collection of uniforms means
historic garments, and nothing more
but the lucky possessor OF q MIND
eye sees In each figure q chart thai
bears witness In some Intangible
fashion to the personality OF herr
whose name is immortal though hts
body be dust.
Your primrose imagination is liable
| to strike q srlag at first glimpse OF
majestic cast of .'one Of Washing
tons generals. IN spick-span gor
geousness that foams over with lacs
l n.sk Dr. a vanc Oh
| Of buttons-brass. But you will
realize that the uniform itself Ii thu
output of New England mills and .
lace factory--a copy, instead OF thu
real thing.
You Win understand, Of course. tina,
| hard fighting, llarder.swearing Put
nam never stopped to bother with al
those buttons along about Bunker
Hill time or, II he did, brethren
there must have been a frightfu
| wear and tear on the shanks--to ga,
nothing Of IsTael's soul!
AS to Mad Anthony, you can be
he had his cooked hat askew and hi
wrists shy of r1lffies when he stood
ready to storm hell, IL Washington
| would plan the attack-and 1t ISM
| likely he spared his buckles when b,
was taking Stony Point at 2 O'Clock
In the morning.
| It Is great show, and as vol
linger the casts inside the glass CASE
seem to ma4erfalize into human men
as like as peas to our own men VIZ
sent to the World War-dashint
| young Marion and his swamp foxes
unfortunate Andre, whose swort
gave way to hangn1an's rope--a dis
grace that England has done her bes
| to wipe out with monument In /;
| place OF honored men: those deadl,
good fighters who waited until the,
could see the whites of the enemy
eyes,; Washington and his martyr
at Valley Forge-all are there. An,
| when you leave them, you know hoy
1t is that men--everyday men in peac
timesdar follow wherever a fiai
leads the way.
| a COLLEAGUE has been entel
- tanning d nephew--10 years old
whose home Is IN a small town q
West Virginia.
For one pleasure he took him t
the old National Museum. where "a
hibits Of the early history OF thi
country are shown. At sight OF tn
cases which contain the Georg
Washington collection the boy be
came very much interested and
when we came to the last cas-
and / told him that was ell, h
seemed dubious and so disappointe'
| that he started in to go over tn
| whole display. Finally I asked hin
| what he was looking for. And b.
told me:
For something haven't seen yet
I am looking for George Washing
tons Ratchet"
And this, brethren, Is doubtless tn
reason that the cherry tree Of Wash
| ington's childhood Is of immorta
| growth, despite the effort of histof.
to kill of an incident that never oc
CURED. The imagination OF childhoo'
accepts as gospel the valiant younl
George who could not tell a lie: and
as most children know what It is I,
| lib, their awesome pride in this brav
| hero never dins until they hav'
| Travelled the great road long enough
| to lose such kindred companions q.
| Santa. st. Valentine, the wonde
rabbit that lays Easter eggs an,
every other dear, fantastic belief o
the blossoining fancy that make
childhood such a wonderful thing.
| And which we prosaic men an
women used to know about befor
we We're turned out of that glamour
Gus kingdom to which we can .neve
| return. Because there Is a. higl
wall and we are on the outside.
| History Is trying hard to spOfig
out the Ratchet story, but 1t wi
never succeed so long as there ar
children like the small boy of Yves
Virginia. For he represents chile
hood. And childhood Is eternal.
A ancient little lady was helpe
4 out Of an automobile in front .
1.-The Mayfiower Hotel. A not-so-ol
colored attendant escorted the waveI
| ing figure to the entrance, and til
| official on duty at the door move
aside to let her In. But the littl
old lady had paused IN tirnid bewi
derment, and her voice trembled nery
ously as she asked:
'tMay I see Sister Mary ST. John?
The official looked his own bewi
dernent and the old lady explained
.'oirector Of noyicesY you knows
eieast she was when was here nearl
IS years agobut everything look
SO changed. This Is the Convent 3
i the Visitation, isn't 1T? I'm he
great-aunt, and know she win wan
1 to see me-
4 The Official captured the situatio
1 and explained, in his own turn, abou
the sale of the convent and Of tn
/ removal OF the nuns to their net
/ building, giving the address to tn
i colored attendant. who got out OF hi
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