Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-26

" HE Enchanted realm OF the
Yelled Prophets no longer
holds mysteries unsolved to
L those that have braved danger
GUS Journeys across the hot
sands.
Yesterday all the incantations of
those that drew their spells from the
Realm into which it is said few dare
enter were scorned into helplessness
by those that have kept their faces
toward Mecca. Or to be told in per-
haps palmer words-in words that
smack more of the parlance of the
base ball field-the Shrine literally
rose in it's might. mopped up. cleaned
up, wiped up. or in any other term
that would better designate complete
humiliation, and gave the Grotto a
sound thrashing in their annual game
for the benefit of the Masonic and
Eastern Star Home. The score was 10
to 3. These figures may not be en-
tirely accurate. but are enough so to
show Just how decisively unfortunat.
was the afternoon for the Grotto.
1t was typically Shrine-Grotto day.
one of frolic and fun. yet at times
with bordering on the serious that
brought out from everybody the
thought that all was for the greatest
cause under the sun, that of protec'
ton and help for the child. the one
cause that melts the heart of the
world.
Crowd ApprOximates $4,000.
From one thing to another the
crowd of $4,000 thousand or so was
carried-from a bit of buffoonery by
clowns to excellent entertainment
from presentation of whole baskets OF
flowers and serious addresses to the
silly vet entertaining antics of those
I that were there solely to make fun.
On the field. shortly after o'clock
were the drill teams of the Shrine and
the Grotto and DeMolay and Daugh-
ters of job. In their convolutions
| all did well, but it was to the Daugh
| tiers of Job that most of the thousands
of eyes in the stands were turned. In
their brilliant uniforms they present
ed a beautiful array; in their drills
| they were, if anything, even more
precise than the men. And as the
great crowd watched, it knew thai
here, indeed, was the spirit that viii
make the kind of mothers who have
made America great.
| The drills over, the combined Shrine
and Grotto bands played and many
| thousands of voices were raised ir
singing Onward, Christian Soldiers,
creat ting a spectacle of worth and in
! spirational values unmeasured. 4
prayer, brief address, then the fuI
began.
Swift was the descent from the al
most sublime to the ridiculous. Mel
Altrock jumped into the stand and be
| gan to lead the Shrine band, and TIL
expressions that Nick had on his fac
as he looked over the heads of thu
| band to the group of girls behind i
were exemplifications of vacuum. Fo
the band, however. Nick's antics wer,
not mirth- provoking, as he kept thu
band playing-kept 1t playing until rec
faces were wet with perspiration ant
until they looked hopefully and ever
prayerfully for him to cease. But Nicl
kept on and had he not been called Ou
to take part in mock chariot race, {
call for a fleet of ambulances NIGH
| have been in order.
! What Race 1t Was.
| And what a chariot race it was
| Two delapidated vehicles. from no one
knows where, with Nick in one ant
Tommy Hall in the other, dressed ir
the flowing robes of the Roman
characters. with two individuals as
horses who. by their color, had an
cestry from the land of the Nile
raced around until Nick finally was