IN MEMORIAM
. I
Last Review
°f Northern
Armies
| /TAHOUGH the designation of the
|_ thirtieth day of May as Memo
rial day is officially attributed
to the general order issued in 1868
by Commander in Chief John A. Lo
gan of the Grand Army of the Re
public, there was a historical event
that occurred in Washington three
years previously which foreshad
owed the custom, followed ever
since Logan’s proclamation, of set
r ting aside a day ‘‘for the Btrewing
■with flowers or otherwise decorat
ing the graves of comrades who
died in defense of their country.”
The South had already chosen May
80 for this purpose, observes a writ
er In the Kansas City Times, sev
eral of the Southern states having
«et aside this day for honoring their
dead. But the grand spectacle of
the last review of the Northern
armies at Washington, which took
place May 23 and 24, 1865, may be
regarded as the first movement to
pay honor to the living soldiers and
to preserve the memories of their
missing comrades who had died in
defense of the Union. It was one
of the most solemn and moving
celebrations that Washington, or
the nation, had ever witnessed.
Thousands of eyes were dimmed
with tears as the procession of vet
erans passed the reviewing Btands,
and hundreds of thousands through
out the land shed their tears by va
cant firesides as they read the ac
counts of that last grand review.
In the pages of Harper’s Weekly
of that date, and in the reminis
cences of Ben: Perley Poore, the
veteran journalist, and other con
temporary chronicles, graphic ac
counts by eyewitnesses are given of
the thrilling spectacle. The review
was staged at one of the darkest
moments of the nation’s history. A
month before Lincoln had been as
eassinated. At the very time the
parade of the veterans was taking
place, preparations were being made
for the trial of Mrs. Surratt, Har
old, Atzeodt and Payne, charged
In the Booth conspiracy, and at that
time confined in the old penitentiary
near the arsenal. Their trials be
Grant’s Address to the Army Was
a Memorable One.
fore a military commission were
i concluded June. 30—one month and
a few days after the review of the
army. Throughout the nation there
was a tense feeling which was re
flected in the silence of the vast
crowds that watched the parade
with a variety of emotions in their
hearts—many of them mourners
for lost sons on the battlefields,
many proud of the heroes that had
survived.
For Our Heroes
By Mrs. J. E. Leslie in Detroit New*
SOUND the Ups softly
For heroes asleep.
Strew flowers richly.
Our loyalty keep.
Sing their songs bravely—
"We’re Tenting Tonight,"
“Marching Through Georgia,”
And “Justice and Right.”
Songs for the Riders
Who took San Juan hill,
“A Hot Time” and “Dolly”
We’re singing them stilL
Songs of the laddies
Who marched “Over There”
“Keep the Fires Burning,”
And “Pack Up Your Care."
Songs for our heroes,
Sweet flowers for them, too.
Soldiers In khaki
And brave boys In blue.
Banners wave o'er them.
And tears for them shed.
From Shiloh to Flanders,
Our loved, honored dead.
Two hundred thousand veteran
troops, trained on a hundred battle
fields, and commanded by the lead
ing generals of the service, were
there to be reviewed by Grant, the
lieutenant general who commanded
Eating Their Breakfast Around the
Bivouac Fires.
them all, by Johnson, the President
of the United States, by his cabinet.
But the scene cannot be fitly de
picted in the cold words of more
than seventy years after. Let us
recall the glowing words of eye
witnesses, Poore and others:
“The night before the grund re
view of the army of the Potomac
was wet and dreary enough, but as
day dawned the clouds disappeared
and the scene in Maryland avenue,
between the Long bridge and the
Capitol, and the large plain east of
that building, was warlike and in
teresting. Brigades marched at
route steps; bivouac fires, around
which groups were eating their
breakfast; orderly sergeants insist
ing in very naughty but impressive
language on the use of sandpaper
on muskets already bright; musi
cians rehearsing some new march;
little boys bracing up drums half
as high as themselves; Important
adjutants riding to and fro to hurry
up the formation of their respective
regiments; elegantly attired aids
de camp galloping like mad and en
deavoring to avoid mud puddles;
batteries thundering along. A few
words from one man reduced con
fusion to order. When General
Meade gave the order, ‘Forward,-’
the apparent snarl of humanity and
horses began to be unraveled in a
single, unbroken line, and the col
umn moved from the Capitol toward
the reviewing stands along Penn
sylvania avenue.”
Few of those that marched in that
great parade of veterans and first
day of war memories are alive to
day. To most of us tiie names of
those, captains and colonels and
commanders, so glowingly men
tioned by that old chronicler, mean
but little. Other days, other wars
and other heroes of wars. But It
was a national thrill—an epochal
thrill that Inst review of the
armies of the Union. For five years
the nation had been divided, mil
lions had been under arms, hun
dreds of thousands sluin and as
many more disabled for life. For
the first time the armies marched
In peaceful review, glorying in the
end, mindful of their battles and
of those who fell in them. A month
nfterward, the general order dis
banding the armies was given by
Lieutenant General Grant. On
June 1, 1865, the movement of dis
bandment began and from then on
until the autumn of that year 786,
000 officers and men were mustered
out of service and returned to
peaceful pursuits.
Grant’s address to the army was
a memorable one, Napoleonic In its
eloquence and fervor. He said:
"Soldiers of the Army of the United
States: By your patriotic devotion to
your country in the hour of danger
and alarm, your magnificent fighting,
bravery and endurance, you have
maintained the supremacy of the Un
ion and the Constitution, overthrown all
armed opposition to the enforcement of
the laws and of the proclamation for
ever abolishing slavery—the cause and
pretext of the rebellion—and opened
the way for the rightful authorities to
restore order and inaugurate peace on
a permanent and enduring basis on
every foot of American soil.
“Your marches, sieges and battles,
in distance, duration, resolution and
brilliancy of results, dim the luster of
the world’s past military achievements,
and will be the patriot's precedent in
defense of liberty and right in all time
to come. In obedience to your coun
try’s call, you left your homes and
families, and volunteered in her de
fense. Victory has crowned your va
lor and secured the purposes of your
patriotic hearts; and with the grati
tude of your countrymen and the high
est honors a great and free nation can
accord, you will soon be permitted to
return to your homes and families, con
scious of having discharged the high
est duties of American citizens. To
achieve these glorious triumphs, tens
of thousands of your gallant comrades
have fallen and sealed the priceless
legacy with their blood. The graves
of these a grateful nation bedews with
tears, honors their memory, and will
ever cherish and support their strick
en families.’’
(Monument to the
* Vanquished *•
The United States government
erected this monument to the mem
ory of 3,384 Confederate so I (tiers
and sailors who died while prison
ers of war at Point Lookout, Md.
An undetermined number of the
unidentified dead prisoners are
buried here. The bodies of others
were shipped to their home states
following the Civil war. The monu
ment is located about four miles
from Point Lookout, where, backed
by evergreen trees, one may see be
yond to the Potomac river.
Fan Mail
By THAYER WALDO
C McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
W'Ni! service
qYLYTA iihi' heard of it before, but
tills was her first indulgence.
She set about the thing quite blithe
ly and quite without misgiving. For
a young actress who wished to get
ahead without paying the usual
fee, writing fan Setters to one
self was a good oW Hollywood cns
tout.
She dashed off a couple of short
ones—changing Ink. paper and hand
writing for each, of course—and
then let herself really go on the
last. Fervor she gave it and Im
aginative scope.
The problem of a name, though,
stumped her a brief while. Obvious
ly, Just any old moniker wouldn’t
do here. After a few moments'
fruitless cogitation she reached for
the telephone directory, Hipped It
open at random and found herself
among the Ws. Sylvia began to
scan the list.
Three from tlie bottom of the
second page she found it; Werren
rath. Franz E. The syllables In
trigued her; conjured a picture of
blond, broad-shouldered six feet
She gave her pen its boldest
stroke and signed Franz Werren
ratli to the missive which told of
Impassioned admiration and Im
ploring a meeting. . . .
The maid stnmped that letter
and put It In the post box with
others at twenty past eight next
morning. Sylvia reached the stu
dio a little after ten. At exnctly
one-thlrt.v two men wenrlng black
hats and grim faces came up to
where she was waiting for camera
call on the "Tantallzlug Tillie" set.
"Miss Sylvia Lynne, ain't’cha?’’
growled the one with the hat over
his left eye. She admitted It and he
said: "We’re from headquarters an’
we got some things to astcha. Come
on In Flberg’s office."
The producer, looking weighty,
was pacing his Inner sanctum.
“Hello, leetle lady," he greeted;
"now dun’t vorry. Dese boys la
Jost needlnk your tinlp. Tell her,
boys."
“Well, you got a mash note to
day," said the one whose derby
rode his neck, “from a guy we
been wantin’ to get the goods on
for three years. But he’s slippery,
see?—slickest forger west cl Ohl,
an’ he never leaves a trail. We
ain't even got his pitcher.”
“What?" queried Sylvia, In a
smaller voice than she’s intended;
“what Is his name?"
“Franz Eric Werrenratli—an* he
don’t bother with no aliases. Bnt
listen: he says in this letter he’s
dyin' to meetcha. All right; so
you invite him out an’talk like you
know all about his game. We’ll he
listenin’ but outa sight, an’ prob’ly
he’ll spill somethin’ hot. Get the
Idea?"
"He’s a menace t’ society,” said
Stetson-on-the-eye. “It’s y’ civic
dooty t’ help catch him."
Fiberg and the other officers sec
onded it. Arguments hummed about
Sylvia like a swarm of hornets. Be
fore she could collect herself, a
telephone was thrust in her .hand
with the urge: “There’s his num
ber; go ahead.”
Hesitatingly she put receiver to
ear and spoke a weak hello. The
man on me outer emi spoite huh
a servant’s measured accent. Be
lieved, Sylvin gave the Invitation:
“. . . and ask Mr. Werrenrath If
he will do me the honor of calling
at eight o’clock this evening.”
•’Okay,” said the derby-balancer;
“we'll be at your place by ha’ past
seven. So long. . • •"
They walked In nt twenty-six
after. With them was a dark and
intense looking young man who
gave the Impression of never hav
ing smiled. He crossed to Sylvia
where she stood by the fireside and
presented a card. She read some
words and saw some seals and sig
natures which fold that he was
one Boger Dale, private detective.
“lie’s been tailin’ Werrenrath for
a client." explained one of the head
quarters men. "Had the phone wires
tapped an’ henrd your call today.
Thought he’d like to come along.
Where can we all hide?"
She disposed of them In clos
ets, then spent an hour and a half
that was first expectant, next dull
and finally acutely boring. At last
the oflicers flung out into the room
again disgustedly
“Aw, he ain’t gonna show up.’’
said one. “Either he smelled a
trap or else he didn’t care as much
about comln here as—’’; he broke
oft glancing half guiltily at Sylvia
and added: ’Anyhow, we might as
well scram."
The girl turned her back on them
and stood gazing Into the flames.
Disappointment ovei the outcome
of this was deeper ttian she cared
to admit. There came a mumbled
series of good nights; she didn’t
bother to respond or look around.
The door clicked shut. Silence.
Then a step behind het and Sylvia,
startled, spun around. The dark
young man was there looking at
her fixedly and tearing some pa
pers into scraps. She glanced down,
saw what they were and exclaimed:
“Your credentials! Why — why
are you doing that?”
His smile was surprising and
pleansantly bland.
“Because." he replied, “I prob
ably shan’t need them again, and if
1 do, It’ll be better to make new
ones. A man has to keep in prac
tice, you know.”
SUGGESTION FOR
INDIAN DIALECTS
IN STATE NAMES
A writer in tho Boston Transcript,
who finds the Indian names of some
of the states “superbly euphonious.''
would rename those states which
have fulled to take advantage of sum
excellent sources as the various In
dian dialects. Tints Carter Glass
would become the senior senator
from Potomac; the states of Katah
din, Merrimac and Winooski, in the
northern tier of New England, would
vie for the summer tourist business;
Governor Lehman would preside over
the destinies of the state of Man
hattan, and Governor Earle over
those of Wyoming, the latter name to
he expropriated from a western state
which has no clear title to it.
Maryland, West Virginia, North
Carolina, South Carolina and Geor
gia, Instead of paying homage to the
memory of English royalty, would he
known, respectively, as Chesapeake,
Shenandoah. Catawba. Santee and
Altamaba. Florida's winter visitors
might ballot on the choice between
Okeechobee and Suwannee.
The Transcript writer otters other
names In exchange for those borne
by New Jersey, Indiana, Colorado,
Arizona. Washington, Montnna, Ne
vada and New Mexico, hut It is
profitless to dwell on the music of
these Indian syllables. Euphonious
as the names of Alabama and Missis
sippi and Tennessee may seem, the
non-Indian names that are now es
tablished are not likely to be dis
turbed; not even the haunting lovelt
ness of Shenandoah Is enough to
overturn history.—New York Sun.
Hornet Without Comfort
The much - talked - of American
standards of living in cities have had
n lot of the props kicked from under
them by recent surveys. In 04 cities
it has been found that only half of
the houses hnve central heating
plants, 25 per cent of then) lack
bathrooms, and one fifth are with
out Inside toilets.—Pathfinder Maga
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