Evening star., 1927-05-15

| excitement ana t0IiOWed at his Heeis.
| The officer hastened his stride to a
| near-rushng sprint and the boys
| tagged after,
Two men who had passed turned
and joined the procession and nurse
girl who was wheeling a baby
steered it's go-cart unseeingly into a
popcorn wagon, while she called on
the public generally to tell her if
anybody had been killed.
BY that time the policeman, hav-
ing reached the junction platform
gave a forward bound and swing
ing. upward leap--
He had been hurrying to catch
street car
THE next time YOU feel socially
u generous, you might motor some
tourist friend to Annapolis to call
upon John Paul Jones. He lives
forever-in an imposing sarcophagus
of black and white marble, rising from
the bronze backs Of four mighty fish
Circling his sea of marble are columns
of shadowy gray, veined with white,
and to their austere majesty are added
colorful flags sheafed in standards
that drape togethe~ the Stars and
Stripes with the flags of the Navy and
the ships bunting of the Bon Homme,
and other fighting vessels of the first
Admiral of the American Navy.
Being the honor guest of the Naval
Academy, the great seaman'S home is
the crypt under the Naval Academy
Chapel. with its lofty and un-colored
dome. and if it happens to be on a
Sunday morning, you can go up the
round Of stone steps and watch the
galleries. blue and brass with mid
shipmen, with a dozen or SO more in
the choir, singing psalms and hymns.
And If you are near enough to the
entrance to glimpse the green of trees
and hlossomy hedges and the silver
blue Of the Severn. you will know the
meaning of that good old line, chanted
with the fresh and vigorous melody
of youth: Nearer My God to Thee"
Then you can take your tourist
friend to Marylands original Colonial
statehouse, and let her stand on the
tablet that marks the spot where Gen.
Washington resigned his commission
as Communicating Chief of the Ameri-
can Army. After that, show her the
painting of the brig Peggy Stewart,
burning to the waters edge with her
cargo of tea. And on Hanover street
you will come to the home of Anthony
Stewart, who owned the brig, and
who destroyed it because Charles Car
roll of Carrollton advised it as the only
way Of protecting himself from the
anger of the town. This was less
sensa tional than the Boston tea
party 1t meant the same thing.
If you feel q personal ownership in
Francis Scott Key because he wrote
The Star Spangled Banner" you will
enjoy taking your tourist friend to the
Colonial home built by Samuel Chase,
who signed the Declaration of lnde-
pendence, the property afterward be-
longing to that governor whose daugh-
ter married Francis Scott Key. 1t is
now a home for aged and intirm
women.
Go over to the flag room in the state
house, and you will see what is be-
lieved to be the oldest Star Spangled
Banner in existence. This was truly
home ground for Francis, seeing that
he received his early training at st.
Johns School. established in 1884 and
still doing business at the old stand.
On the college campus there is a tulip
tree said to be 600 years old. Accord.
ing to tradition it sheltered Puritan
settlers who sought its protective
branches back in 1862. When Gen.
Lafayette visited Annapolis he was en-
tertained beneath the shade Of the an.
cient tree.
That the Navy keeps green the
memory of its heroes is evident by the
monuments in honor of their deeds
In the cemetery the most conspicu
Gus tribute is that erected in memory
of those officers and men who perished
on the Jeanette Arctic expedition, in
18Sl-if you can remember back that
far. There is, of course. a Lovers
lane. an oIdfashioned graveled walk,
shaded by many trees. and when you
have traversed its romantic way, you
come to quaint bronze bell, suspend
ed from the roof of an airy pagoda-
like framework, which was presented
to Commodore Perry that time he
opened the ports of Japan to world
traffic. by the regent of Lew Chew Is
lands, back in 1854.
And from Lovers lane 1t will be
time to trek back to the automobile
which contains your individual share
Of the romance and sentiment of life,
and whiZz back home where you be-
long.
1t is fine little trip only it would
take more than one to see half the
wonders of Revolutionary history and
romance that dear old Annapolis has
TO show to anybody who comes along.