Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1958-05-29

skies Of his own homeland.
Americas unknown dead from
France sleeps tonight, a soldier
home from the wars.
Alone. he lies In the narrow
cell OF stone that guards his
body: but his soul has entered
into the spirit that Is America.
Wherever liberty Is held close
In mems hearts. the honor and
the glory and the pledge OF
high endeavor poured out over
this nameless one OF fame. viii
be told and sung by Americans
for all time.
Scrolled across the marble
arch OF the memorial raised
TO American soldier and sailor
dead. everywhere. which stands
like a monument behind his
tomb. runs this legend: we
here highly resolve that these
dead shall not have died in
vain"
Echo Of Resolve
The words were spoken by
the martyred Lincoln over the
dead at Gettysburg. And today
with voice strong with deter
mination and ringing with deep
emotion, another President
echoed that high resolve over
the CONN of the soldier who
died for the flag in France.
Great men in the worlds
affairs heard that high purpose
reiterated by the man who
stands at the head Of the Amer
Jean people. Tomorrow they
will gather in the city that
stands almost in the shadow
Of the new American shrine of
liberty dedicated today. They
win talk of peace: and Of the
curbing Of the havoc Of war.
They will speak of the war in
France, that robbed this soldier
Of life and name and brought
death to comrades OF all ma
tons by the hundreds Of thou
sands. And in their ears when
they meet must ring President
Harding'S declaration today be-
side that flag-wrapped honor
laden bier.
There must be. there shall
be. the commanding voice of a
conscious civilization against
armed warfare"
Tide Of People
All day long the Nation
poured out its heart in pride
and glory for the nameless
American. Before the first
crash of the minute guns roared
its knell for the dead from the
shadow of the Washington
Monument, the people who
claim him as their own were
trooping out to do him honor
They lined the long road from
the Capitol to the hillside
where he sleeps tonight: they
flowed like tide over the slopes
about his burial place. They
choked the bridges that lead
across the river to the fields of
the brave, in which he is the
last conner.
Soldiers, sailors and marines
all played their part in the
thrilling spectacle as the cor
tege rolled along. And just be-
hind the caSket. with its faded
French flowers on the draped
flag. walked the President, the
chosen leader Of a hundred
million, in whose name he was
chief mourner at his bier. Be-
side him strobe the man under
whom the fallen hero had lived
and died in France, Gen. Per-
shing, wearing only the single
Medal of Victory that every
American soldier might wear as
his only decoration.
Behind came the carriage in
which rode Woodrow Wilson.
also stricken down by in
firmities as he served in the
highest place of the Nation,
just as the humble private
riding in such state ahead had
gone down before a shell or
bullet. For that dead mans
sake, the former President had
put aside his dread of seeming
to parade his physical weakness
and risked health, perhaps life,
to appear among the mourners
for the fallen.
On With PershinE
After President Harding and
most of the high dignitaries of
the Government had turned
aside at the White House. the
procession. headed by its solid
block of soldiers and the bat
talions of sailor comrades,
moved on with Pershing. now
fianked by Secretaries Weeks
and DENLY, for the long road
to the tomb.
Ahead, the white marble Of
the amphitheater cleaned
Z through the trees. People in
thousands were moving about
the great circle. Down below
the platform placed for the
casket, in a stone vault, lay
wreaths and garlands. Above
the platform gathered men
whose names ring through his
tory-Briand, Foch, Beatty
Balfour, Jacques, Diaz and
others-in a brilliant array OF
place and power. They were
followed by notables from all
countries gathered here for to-
morrow's conference and by
some Of the older figures in
American life too old to walk
beside the approaching funeral
train.