The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-29

|, in convenient wooded groves along the roads which lead away from the national Capital.
 Occasionally. q lone figure, pack on his back. trod disconsolately to some place else"
 High above the Capital, on hill which overlooked the burning ruins of Camp Marks, several hundred were gathered at Camp Bartlett. It sprawls about a pri- lvate estate loaned by it's owner. The men and women quartered here say they will stay If permit ted. They are even planning to build barracks. but were little doubtful today whether they would be permitted to remain.
 Few went to bed at this camp. They roamed from hut to hut.
 Numerous outgoing loads of bonus marchers announced their destination as Johnstown. Pa. where they have been offered a camp site. Others did not know where they would go. What Is the use of going back home. they asked. There's nothing for us there.
 Well be back later - with lots more" many of them said. as they moved away from their burning camps.
 Some crossed the district of Columbia line into Maryland 10 find they were not welcome. Mary land state policemen had orders to keep them off private property.
 Citizens of the outlying Ana costia. near Camp Marks stood about the streets nearly all night to watch caravan after caravan. Everytime crowd would get together over-anxious guardians of "the law" soldiers and po- licemen would fling tear bomb into their midst. Elderly women ran clutching their dresses to escape the nauseating effect. Youngsters raced away, laughing.
 Maryland had small patrols up- on its roads with orders to keep the veterans moving straight across the state and out on the other side.
 Commander Edward Me. K. Johnson of the Maryland state po- lice moved headquarters up 10 the District of Columbia line. direct ing his men to see that no bonus ma rchers fingered.
 The commanders of the Virginia state police and state militia hur- ried from Richmond to Alexandria, Va, six miles from Washington, and directed authorities to keep the vetreans on the move.
 Sunrise revealed desolate vistas. Camp Marks. that had been the Capital City" of the bonus army. was q confusion of smoking piles.
 Cavalry horses, their Hanks foamy. graZed near the river edge. A company of infantry sat on the dewy grass smoking and resting their shoulders from heavy wea- pons.
 I heard snoring at my feet as passed railroad freight station opposite what was Camp Marks dozen men lay sleeping. Bitter men walked along the railroad tracks taunting the infan- try picket. Others made sullyine remarks about President Hoover and the United States in general
 Where am going now?" said one. ''rd like to go out of this country"
 Yeah" said another. "any man that wears the uniform of this U. $. A. ought to have torn of'n him. I respect a German uniform more"
 "I'll never year this country : uniform again." said a third. nor 1 won't let my children wear It. or their children"
 Three tanks still were parked on the drawbridge leading to Ana costia. their turrets drowning over the river and the flattened camp Baleful red lights peeped from the upper windows of the Washington monument over "No-Man's Land About 200 men had gone to Camp Bartlett. Others took to the "Jungles" like hobos. Some lay across il lot for sale" In full view of passing street cars and shoppers.
 None seemed to know what to do or where to go.
 Light burned all night h [ building opposite the Bureau oi Engraving and Printing, known as "The BEEF. family headquart- ers." Crying children and har. rasscd wives were quartered there. So far they have been allowed to stay. Some of these apparently had become separated from hus- bands and fathers. One occupant said two women in this building were expectant mothers.