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

All the homage a nation paid to its
returning hero yesterday that hero
shared with his mother, At the Navy
Yard dock. where he first set foot on
American soil after his great achieve
ment, along Pennsylvania avenue
where cheering multitudes lined his
path in the Monument Grounds
where his President decorated him
for his bravery. and before crowds
that hailed him wherever he went
there was not a tribute paid to Col.
for the happy, radiant woman. who
stood by his side.
1t was Mrs Evangeline Lodge Lind
bergh's day as much as it was her
famous sons. Long before the ship
that bore him home to glory had
neared it's destination his mother had
tasted the fruits of his victory and
had looked upon city gone mad with
enthusiasm. Since Friday, when Mrs
Lindbergh slipped into Washington
almost unobserved, she had watched
this enthusiasm grow until yesterday
il broke all bounds and overwhelmed
her as well as her son with its magni-
tude.
The flyer returning from across the
Atlantic and his mother, who had
come from halfway across the con
tinent to be the first to greet him,
neared their joint destination under
vastly different circumstances. Col.
Lindbergh all the way from the capes
had received the salutes of air and
sea craft, while Mrs. Lindbergh came
on her mission in the unobtrusive
manner she desired.
Mother Cannot Understand"
AZ cannot understand yet why I
should be needed for my sons recep-
tion," she had said soon after her ar
rival here, and this was the spirit in.
which she went about welcoming her
son.
At IL o'clock yesterday morning she
left the White House by motor, accom-
panied only by John Hays Hammond
and a White House aide. The car took
roundabout route to the Navy Yard
to avoid heavy traffic and throughout
the trip. which lasted 90 minutes, she
sat quietly in her seat. chatting with
apparent unconcern with her COM
panion and betraying her excitement
only by slight flush. SO unpreten-
tious was her arrival at the Navy
Yard that the car glided through the
gates with it's distinguished occupant
uIlfGCOE0lZ0Q 10y the SeulIIGS.
She was taken directly to the house
of Capt Willis Mcdowell, acting
commandment of the Navy Yard. who
was on the porch to greet her. She
went through the house to an upper
porch facing the river and there
caught her first glimpse of the cruiser
bearing her son. On the bridge. sur
rounded by group of officers. was
man in civilian clothes whom she rec
ogniZed. Her hand went up for a
wave of welcome. but dropped quickly
as she realized that he could not rec
ognize her yet.
Seeks Nearer View.
AS the Memphis neared the dock
row of trees intercepted her view and
Mrs. Lindbergh descended from the
porch to the garden to get a clearer
view. For more than five minutes she
stood there. straining her eyes toward
her son while throng of thousands
between her and the ship turned all
eyes in the other direction. unaware
of her presence.
All this time Lindbergh stood on the
bridge. waving acknowledgment of
the cheers that went up from the
dock, but all the while sweeping the
crowd with an anxious gaze in search
of the one face he wanted most to see.
| AS the cruiser was made fast and
preparations were being made for lay
ing the gangway, he left the bridge
and descended to the deck amidships.
| Only then did Mrs Lindberg's
amazing composure desert her. She
leaped into the waiting White House
car with Mr.. Hammond and Rear AID.
mirat Mcdowell behind her and the
ca" sped through the crowds toward
the COCK Standing up in the car,
waving and smiling, she cried out to
her son and waved a bunch of violets.
"Lindy, Here's Your Motherr"
Lindbergh was talking to an officer
and in the din did not hear his mother
calling to him Tie crowd suddenly
burst out: Indy. Indy. here's your
mother. but 1t is doubtful if he heard
this either Then his eyes, still row.
ing over the crowd. rested on the fig.
ure of the excited. joyful woman in
the car and the famous smile bright
ened lis face and he waved his hat.
Then, while the minutes required to
lay the gangway dragged like hours