Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-12

so to act that his deed shall
furnish the fragile stuff out
of which dreams are made,
dreams whose sheer beauty
stirs the heart of a jaded age and
catches the imagination of the world.
No ordinary man could give this price
less gift; only a man of youth. OF
character, of a spirit whose dwelling
place is that of serenity.
This offering young Lindbergh has
laid in the lap of the world with a
grace and a charm fitting a messenger
from the gods. He has stood before
kings and high officials of state with
the ease of those accustomed to the
act from early years. He delights all
whom he meets, for they feel the
duieting power of his serene spirit.
He wrote an epic in rainbow OF
fearless daring across the sea that
separates us from the Old World, and
the Ola World. seeing that path OF
light across dark waste of confused
thinking, has learned to smile again.
1t Is a miracle that has happened in
a period of time that allots no space
to miracles.
Can't. Lindbergh, all unknowing it.
has gone like a crusader to battle
against false values, to set up new
the shore of life. Youth had decided
to mock at certain established codes
in conduct and in character, and, 10,
a. Young crusader rises up in their
midst, whose life is free from. all the
common vices, and they hail him for
his achievement in character as heart
ily as they do for his epochal flight.
That is in itself an amazing reply to
the charges laid at the door of mod
ern youth. Their hearts are still
plastic. still seeking the trail to the
stars, asking only how that trail can
| be found, as is the way of youth.
| Lindbergh's plane bears the mystic
name of the spirit of st. Louis"
crusading king of the Middle Ages.
| whose name our great Midwestern
city has taken for her own. Upon
close inspection, young Lindbergh
might well seem the reincarnation of
| this ruler of France, who came to the
| throne in 1914.
Until yesterday, to the great ma
| jority, st. Louis moved a shadowy-
| figure among the kings of the Middle
Ages. Then suddenly, because a boy
stood up before a mass of men in
world grown stale. and accomplished
| the impossible with the skill of a
! young god, he walks once more full
| panoplied in his robes of state. in a
period whose history is strangely
clear and distinct, lighted in every
| line and corner by the sun-likef clarity
of his own shining spirit.
| The Spirit of Saint Louis, like q
beacon in the night of the Middle
Ages, burns marvelously clear against
the umbrage. Always this light
shines through all his years, through
all his deeds, like a transcendent
splendor, the all-compelling splendor
of a well-night fiawless character
| character that presides over event, but
is never shaped or colored by any
event.
To a few this pellucid quality of
spirit has been given, an inner light
that shines through undimmed. In
such as these there dwells a spirit
attuned to divine harmony A mys-
terry this, in a world all too uncertain
of serenity.
Saint Louis, and one hears his
| clear, sunny laughter running like
music from that distant age down to
our own, for life seemed good to him;
one sees him kneeling in long vigils
before affairs with burning candles.
for daily he bathed his soul in the
larger atmosphere of God; one beholds
him, a crusader, at the head of his
mobiles, moving against the Saracen in
the vain hope of rescuing the Holy
Land from the infidel; and one sees
his daily humility and his exercise of
charity exhibited everywhere, in spite
of his regal state. Fearless, daring,
self.contained, poised, his spirit I'M
shaken, clothed in a calm like divinity
itself.
When the city of st. Louis named
the plane that was to bear young
Lindbergh into the Old World, did the
city realize that it would send a young
crusader, a very prototype of LOUIS
TX, the Saint-King, to the very city
that Louis loved devotedly? Did it
know that the very qualities of the
earlier man lay like hidden jewels in
the young aviation? 1t is strange
coincidence, a brushing with mystic
wings an age grown stale with prosaic
practically. One hears again the
) clear laughter of the Saint-King, even
; as in a vision Sire Joinville, his de-
voted chronicler, saw him laughing
after his days on earth were ended
an immortal laughter COM
. pounded of JOY as golden as the light
of the sun.
Perhaps the greatest service Of the