Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-13

sincerity. The smile erased q few. wrin
kles that played about his mouth, bu
accentuated others at the corners o
his eyes. One cannot get around TIT
fact that Gen. Pershing looks oldel
than he did when he returned trlum
phantly from France only lew year
ago. His hlondish mustache; careIun!
trimmed, ooncealS some of the "croWi
feet" at his mouth, but his white hair
It does not seem 10 be the gray OF al
old man-lies straight back above TIL
exposed lines Of his forehead.
Bounds Lightly Up Steps.
But he does not look nor act his 20
lie bounded lightly UP the long nights
81 stems IN front Of the State, War and
Nayy building this morning with the
agility which has marked his every mil
itary maneuver-frorn the stirring days
OF the Sioux campaign, Roosevelt :
Rough Riders, the Moro rebellion and
the villa chase TO the memorable days
The general recalled that today
marked another anniversary-and one
that has established itself in his mem
ory more deeply than anyhody's birth
day. Twelve years ago today ne ano
his STAN were celebrating the great
American victory ct st. Mthiel-an all
American victory that marked the turn
ing point In the war. Pershing re-
called this battle without touch OF ger
sonal exultation, but with profound re-
Spect and reverence for the boys who
made victory possible"
The General Of the Armies arose, but
told his visitor to keep his seat. Nov
ing toward the tail, door-length win
dow through which access Is had to .
eolumned portieo overlooking the White
House, Pershing seemed to be deep in
thought. That house had heckoned to
him In the past, but he would not heed.
ais gaze was not upon the White House.
however, but far away. Perhaps his
vision encompassed the nag which hung
lazily from q stan above the mansion.
Problem in Mathematics.
Suddenly. he turned from his reverie
and resumed his seat His manner
abruptly had changed to lighter vein.
How old are you?" he asked.
'"Thirty-three," came the reply Of the
when win you be half as old as
ami"
Gen. Pershing chuekled.
'You'ii be IS two years from now, bu;
you won't be half my age, because III
be r." he announced, with . laugh
"Your mathematics IS little faulty
Now, let's see-you won't be half as Ole
as for four more years. Then you'll
be 81 and I'll be 7A!"
Likes His Little Jokes.
That Is lust like BLACK Jack" Perish.
ing, his close friends will tell you. H
likes his little iokeS-especially wher
they serve to turn his mind from nlort
sober and less inviting thoughts,
1t was In such a fashion that h
thrust aside all efforts OF his friends L
direct him into politics-and the presi
deney. He would not listen to them
He refused to take their importunitie
seriously. II am not q politician, an
q soldier" he insisted.
He Is soldier-one of the great sol
diers Of all time-hut his only son i
by way of becoming an engineer.
Mention of this son, Warren, hrougA
. new light into the generals eyes.
"He's a Fine Boy"
warren is . senior at Yale" b.
said. He is coming mere in a week o
80 for q visit. He's a fine boy"
''Why did he choose to become al
engineer instead Of a SOLDIER" Perish
ing was asked.
II thought he would be a soldier, ant
he and made all plans for .ltnl to g
to West Point, but at the last minut
he decided he would rather 60 to Yale
It was his own decision, and did no
interfere"
well. perhaps there never will be an
other war in which he could hav
fought" the newspaper man suggested
Gen, Pershing, soldier and philo
sopher Strengthened UP in his chan
raised his hand in a gesture OF un
belief and said:
"Ah, but" His voice halted an
he changed the trend of his thought
''Well, let's hope there will be no NOR
wars, anyway" he added, solemnly.