Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-12
BLASE CAPITAL OPENS HEART
TO MODEST HERO OF POPULACE
Cosmopolitan, Orderly Crowds View
Spectacle -Pickpockets, Detectives
and Vendors Thread Masses.

Cling with that sense of hospitality
| proud understanding of the privilege
bestowed on the city, Washington
Charles Lindbergh that he was truly
welcome.
Crush of Humanity.
The first big crush of humanity
assembled at the circle around Peace
Monument. Probably the biggest
crowd of any along the line of march,
however, embraced the thousands
grouped about the avenue between
Seventh and Eighth streets. Packed
solid on the sidewalks, the embank
ment Of the parking space around the
Winfield Scott statue served to give
still other eager ones posts of vantage.
Then there was a big general jam
on Pennsylvania avenue between
Fourteenth and Fifteenth streets and
along Fifteenth street down toward
the Washington Monument. This
throng. mostly made up of workers
from Government departments, APP
parently was a bit more depressed
than at any other place along the
route. There was some confusion
there, for only shortly before the
Government departments had dis
gorged their workers, ere the process
sion started moving toward it's goal.
1t was a cosmopolitan crowd. East
ly discernible from tell-taIe luncheon
parcels and bundles were those here
just for the day to pay tribute to
a national figure.
There was a really cosmopolitan
block on Pennsylvania avenue between
Third street and John Marshall place.
Men and women of four of the five
races on earth gathered there to honor
Lindbergh.
In Single Purpose.
Red men, yellow men, white men
and black men all Joined their voices
in a single purpose.
The tribes that spring up in the
wake of great throngs also lined the
route of march. A sweet-voiced singer
between Ninth and Tenth streets sang
his 'Lindy" song, telling the young
| man how proud all were of you"
mingling in the familiar strains of the
old RED, White and Blue" He sold
songs for quarter a copy.
The sidewalk merchants who sold
little welcome" buttons with air
planes dangling from them were not
missing: balloon men, cold-drink men,
sandwich men, all piled their trade.
On the lower avenue, there were al
| most as many different sorts of seats
| for the persons viewing the parade as
there were sorts of people. Some
| chose rough, unfinished boxes for
| seats; others sat on benches, set up by
| throwing planks over two boxes;
| while others purchased from enter
| prising small merchants a 81 seat on
an automobile cushion set on boxes,
each cushion accommodating three
persons. Camp stools, camp chairs,
straight-back chairs, sofa cushions,
and in some cases a curbing cushioned
with a newspaper furnished seats for
| others.
Veterans In Buses.
There were others who sat in auto.
mobiles and viewed the procession
| These were boys from Walter Reed
Hospital, who with special permission
from Maj. Hesse. chief of police
We're allowed to utilize the sightseeing
buses bringing them downtown, as
their reviewing stands at the Botanic
Gardens on Pennsylvania avenue near
third street. Unable because of Grip.
pied limbs, to stand the press and
| movement of crowd. they watched
from comfortable seats aboard the
buses while the procession went by
Two classes of persons in that
throng yesterday used it for business
purposes. One class was the slender.
furtive, quick.moving members of
| "pickpocket mobs" descending on the
city from out of town who success.
fully Piled Illicit trade in various sec
tions. The other class was the silent
group of unobtrusive men who sta
| toned themselves in doorways and
shop window alcoves back from the
! crowd, especially watching for opera
tons of the first class. They were
the detectives. They succeeded in
their work, too, at Il few points.
The crowds fancy was taken bv
one figure with the Marines. Stand
ing scarcely three feet high, but with
his chin back in military fashion and
his little chest expanded, S-year.old
Jack Bradman marched with the de.
tachment from Quantico, to which his
father belongs. And Jack sported
corporal's chevrons on his sleeves.
Flowers Beneath Hoofs
At several points along the line.o f
march enthusiastic members of the
crowd tried to throw bouquets of flow.
ers into the car carrying Lindbergh
: and his mother. Their arms were
} weaker-far weaker-than their senti.
ments. In virtually all cases the
flowers fell beneath the hoofs of the
horses forming the bodyguard.
In one case, however, a bouquet
reached Mrs. Lindbergh. This was
lust east of Sixth street, where dirnin.
utive Nicholas Weston of 29O4 six.
teenth street northeast, sneaked under
a barrier and sped over to the auto.
mobile with an armful of roses. He
threw 1t in and was out from under
the horses in the bodyguard with
inches to spare Questioned as to
. who detailed him on the errand he
, could only reply, "Some man in the
crowd" Mrs. Lindbergh clasped the
bouquet and smiled her thanks to the