The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-29
TROOPS CALLED OUT M CAPITAL AS POLICE AND VETERANS cLAS
Bonus Leader Says
 White House Erred
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ness for weakness and that the bonuseers had "come to the con- clusion that they were about to take over in some arbitrary way either the direct control of the gov ernment or to control 1t by indi- rect methods"
 MacAfthur said that had MT Hoover delayed another 24 hours there would have been a ''reul bat tie" and that a weeks delay in moving against the bonus army would have menaced our institu- tions of government.
 Brigadier General Jerry L. Miles commanded the military in Wash ington. His instructions, were to surround and occupy affected areas. Thirty minutes after mid night, Miles announced his mis- sion had been virtually carried out"
 A United Press survey of the bonus camps showed Camp Marks deserted except for troops at 2:15 a. m.
 A few stragglers were gathering at the "left-wing" cantonments of John Pace back of the agriculture department. The area had been invaded and laid waste but some of the homeless horde hoped to find shelter there.
 Camp Marks blazed through the night. Sprightly young men in khaki were in silhouette against the flames.
 Look out there buddy" they shouted in friendly warnings to ex- plorers. There's gas in them thar hills"
 There was, too. A brisk wind had not yet dissipated the fumes.
 A quarter moon hung above the desolate scene. A haze of reddish smoke billowed over the flats. Up- right timbers of what few hours before had been huts stood black and forbidding against the back ground of flame.
 Through the smoke and across the eastern branch of the Potomac twinkled three red beacons high in the air. They capped each of the masts of the frigate Constitu- tion. "Old Ironsides" of song and story. Through the rigging of that venerable vessel gleamed the illum- mated white dome of the Capitol.
 The subdued rustic off to one side of the camp marks entrance Identified the cavalry picket line. Horses were at rest. Troops bivouacked on the flats.
 Small military details helped guard the fire blacked area on Pennsylvania avenue where the veteran. William J. Hushka was shot to death yesterday. Scores of police were there. too. Military au- thorities plan to restore the occu- pied areas to police control as soon as possible.
 Spectators and bonus veterans suffered alike in the minor personal violence attending military occupa- ton of the three camps. There were saber hicks and gouges aplenty. The government smote the bonuseers with horse and foot and they were routed.
 Tear gas billowed always ahead of advancing troops. Fire follow ed in their path. Army officials said squatters fired their own shacks. In some instances that was true but flames also were set by soldiers.
 A few novels escaped the flames at Camp Marks. The Pennsylvania avenue camp near the Capitol was wrecked beyond repair. The left wing" settlement was not further habitable when the military occu- patton was over.
 Mine children here" proclaimed a sign on a burning hut at Camp Marks. All had fled. A veteran rushed in. He came out with a child's sail boat fit for mild breezes on the nearby eastern branch. He dropped the boat beside young ster's abandoned scooter and plunged in again. That time he retrieved a complete oil stove.
 A half naked camper, pitifully intoxicated, staged among the crowd. He clutched to his hairy breast an oil lamp. That appeared to be all he had in the world.
 Flight from Camp Marks seemed to be endless. Police roared up with sirens wailing shortly before 9 D. m. Spectators gathered in hundreds around the back entrance to the camp. The good folk of Anacostia and the young folk who hadn't the slightest idea what 1t was all about but were hoping there would be band. were out in force.
 Tear gas bombs and pistols quickly gent them flying. In a few minutes troops clattered across the bridge. Naked bayonets led the way. The infantry detail wheeled smartly into the camp. Cavalry was closed behind. At the other end of the cheerless place the ex- odus already had begun.
 Women and children went first. Rickety automobiles puffed up the rutted, steep incline leading to Anacostia pavements. They ran out of gas on the hill. Ropes at- tached to ramshackle trailers broke and let the rear sections of those conveys roll blundering back down the hill.
 Gangs of men swung by sing ing Pack Up Your Troubles" and other songs that sounded from younger throats some years ago along the white-dusted roads of France. Some men cursed.
 What the he'll" said Comman- der Atwill. We can't fight an army"
 And in a spirit of What the hell" the bonus army left. They said they didn't know where they were going. Some got just outside the camp and squatted on the curb. At midnight the entrance to i've and ten cent store on Nichols ave nue. Anacostia. had become the .home of family. Five children lay asleep on a blanket. Two others were awake. Their parents stood by unable to say where the brood would sleep tonight.
 "Oh. what shall we do?," wo- man walled.
 None could answer that question.
 In vacant lot near what had been the family quarters of Camp Marks there were 50 women. per- haps 70 children. Some women were crying and hysterical.
 The children slept or gazed wide eyed at the fire. There was no fear in their faces. Neither was there comprehension in those childish eyes.
 BrIgadier Pelham D. Glassford. superintendent of police. walked thfourh the camn. Women hur-