Evening Star Newspaper, March 1, 1925, Page 82

The Boy From the Patch He Played Each Shot With the Club the Shot Called for, Win or Lose HE eighteenth fairway was a smooth-rolling river of green between solid banks of people held in line in the gallery Topes. It was late afternoon of the first day of championship play in the national open championship at the Indian Head Club. Matt Harkle, the playing-through champ, and Red MacClosky, an unknown young pro from a small town club in Michigan, who was paired with him, had driven from the eighteenth tee on their second round of the 72-hole grind. Harkle, the champ, the king of the pros, the hard, handsome, colorful hero of the goif world, who looked like a romantic schoolgirl’s dream of a multimillionalre, big-game hunting lover, and who played golf with all the intent, cold, concentrated sav- agery of a Dempsey in the ring with an opponent sinking under his at- tack, was playing the game of his career and for the first time in that career was experiencing the sens tion of being a figure of secondary Interest in the gallery's eyes. MacClosky, the slim-wasted, heavy- shouldered, red-headed unknown from Michigan, had stolen the crowd’s fancy from the champ and held it. Hole after hole, throughout the grueling day, the red-headed voung nobody much from nowhere in particular had held the world-known Harkle even skill with skill, courage age, and, what was the move remar able, manner with manner. Harkle whose acting was nearly as good as his golf, had at last met a real con- testant In the art of the easy smile that denied despair and the goat- getting pose of tolerant superiority. Harkle's manner sald: “Well! Well! This is a bright, clever young infant. I hope he keeps up the good work long enough to make an_interesting contest.” The unknown MacClosky's manner said as plainly: “The champ’s making a nice fight of it. Too bad he has to take a licking, but he's going while coming and, of course, vouth be served.” Steadily, hole after long, MuacClosky had Harkle off the tees. As the players marched up the fairway between the roped-off gallery lines it was seen that the champ was again short of bis adversary by at least 15 yards A stocky, white-Paired man knecl- ing in the front rank of gallery near the green broke out in an elamatory rash of amazem delight. “Red'll show no one in with cour hole, outdistanced day declared to the world club, that go! ‘em!” he particular and in general. “He's from my boy MacCiosky. Watch him REE TALL, bronzes, elderly man squatting nearby took from his mouth and looked at the veteran | answering | I'm | must | | Closky wa, ex- | and IS “O1pE| was fiendishly trapped and the ter- ritory Just beyond it was out of bounds. Harkle, conservative for once in his courageous career, used iron and planted his ball in the mid- dle of the fairway, a good 65 yards short of the green, a perfect spot for an easy approach. His young opponent nonchalantly blazed away with a brassie. The savagely hit ball flew low and true over the Narrow fairway to the small green, bounced, slowed, rolled and came to a pre- carious stop a few inches short of the rough on the far edge. “That’s the game!” said Long Jim Loughbred reverently as the gallery applauded. “That was his -shot and he played it.” Harkle put his approach 10 feet from the pin, missed his putt by an eyelash and was down in 2, for a par 5. MacClosky took 2 for a birdie 4 and the first day's champlonship work was at an end, with the red- headed youngster 1 stroke under the title holder, and the next best man in the field 6 strokes away. “Jts between the pair of them tomorrow, if they don't crack,” said Long Jim Loughborough, rising. “It'll be a grand battle.” ome up to the Degan, earnestly. a talk with you.” clubhouse,” oz said want to have SEATED beside Loughborough on the wide the club- house, Degan fell prey to embarrass- ment, from which the lanky old pro made no effort to rescue him. At length, after talking nervously of irrelevant things, he collected his courage and spoke abruptly of the matter that was on his mind. “You knew MacClosky long before he came to us, Loughborough,” he said, clearing his throat nervously. Tell me about him.” I gave him a recommendation and you people hired him,” said Lough- borough, coldly. “I've got nothing to add to that and nothing to subtract from it.” “Yes, ves, T know,” easily, “but what you about was—— He stopped speaking and got to his feet. Loughborough. also rose. veranda of sald Degan, un- I wanted to ask by a slim, blond girl in bright-colored sport things “Great work, him, cordially proud of you." pro, “This is my Mr. Loughborough. Loughborough, who tau; Red “We're all mighty daughter, Kitten. He's the ench.” MacClosky grinned. “If anybody could be taught to make a golf ball sit up on its hind legs and French, Long Jim is the man could do the teaching.” he declared. Mac- | e | get me? approaching, accompanied | &° ter. I'd help the luck along if I could, but it's a game in which I'm not drawing cards.” * ok k% 'HE sun was down. Lights glowed in the windows of the clubhouse, The golf writers in the press tent nearby were hammering away at the finish of their storles or filing the last of their copy. The drivers of depart- ing cars were turning on their head- lights before starting down the curv- ing driveway toward the road. The outlines of the deserted fairways were dim in the despening dusk. Jim Loughborough, lounging alone in a chalr on the veranda, felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Red MacClosky standing beside him. “Walk?" said MacClosky. Sure,” said Loughborough, rising. The two left the veranda, strolled to the first tee and thence on down the fairway. For flve minutes they walked in_silence over the smooth, cool turf. Then Loughborough spoke. Not so bad today, son,” he said. got _along,” MacClosky sald shortly. “Didn't spend all the golf you brought, did you?” There was & hint of anxiety in Loughborough's question. “Nope!” said MacClosky confidently. “Plenty left. 1 can take everybody in the field except Harkle: Jon't feel that you can beat him, eh “I dom't know,” said honestly. “I'm worried.” “Worried?” “Look here, Jim,” MacClosky said tensely, halting. “You've known me ever since I started toting clubs. Do you think I'm yellow?" “I do not,” said Loughborough firm- 1y. “What's on your mind?" My mother,” said MacClosky. “Oh!" said Loughborough. “You met her once, didn't you?" MacClosky asked. “Only once,” sald Loughbordugh. Then only for a minute. It was while you were my assistant to the Roeck River Club. I met you on the street in town one night while she was with you." “I remember,” sald MacClosky. “T didn’t see you coming. If I had, I'd have ducked. T didn’t see you and I didn’t duck and you met her. Do you MacClosky ome of the finekt people in the world don't fit well into a Paris gown, Degan greeted | And then. to the tall| Louise, | This is Long Jim | man | Red how to make a golf | all sit up on its hind legs and talk | talk | who | nor speak English without an ac- cent,” said Loughborough. “My mother's one of the finest,\ sald MacClosky reverently. “I never bothered you with my personal busi- ness, Jim. I'm going to now. mother's the daughter of an farmer. She went to achool enough to learn to read and write after a fashion, and that's all. About the time she'd learned that much in the old country she came to America and worked several rs as a do- mestic servant. Then she met dad and married him. He was a rail- Irish and agaln to her when w '’y ahout her never having sesn m at me doir will b something MacClosky. could be eating her heart out for the chance to ses me play and never let me know {t for fear of hurting my feelings.” sent for her now? asked. Closky trains.” want to marry Louise, gof week, and she's golng to give me an answer borou My | said mis. long | my | advice 1 I know I could beat him again to- morrow and take the champlonship away from him, if it wasn't for one thing. He's not yellow, and I think maybe I am.” “What makes you think you'rs yel- low, Red?” Loughborough asked. “I'm ashamed of my mother,” sald MacClosky bitterly. “No, I don’t quite mean that. I'm not ashamed of her. But I'm afraid to have my friends know her. That's flat. I've soaked up stuff until I can pass muster in any company. She's just what she was when we were living down in the Patch and she was taking In wash- ing. She's never seen me play. Never been on a golf course, as a matter of fac “How does she feel Loughborough asked. “She makes a joke of it,”” sald Mac Closky. “Always saying she’d never dare meet any of my fine frisnde, and laughing about what they'd think If they saw her. There isn't any bitter- ness there. She's crazy proud of me— not a speck of room in her big old heart for a selfish thought. But, Jim, ever since I first got the idea that I'd take up golf na & profession, I've told her that some #ay 'd stand in the gallery and watch me win the about it?" championship. “ *Never mind, Maw. Ive wmtd time Joiced Dy you do get your first look 2 my stuff on a golf course the day 1 win a champlonship.’ I've got a chance to win the cham ‘the day pionship tomorrow, Jim, and she's net here.” “Does she really want to come?" Loughborough asked. “If I don't send for her, I'll never know,” She's not yellow. that's sald She “Could she get here tomorrow « you Loughborough At 10 o'clock in the morning,” Mac said. TI've looked up the “Then why not, son?" Loughborough asked “The Degans,” said MacClosky. *I I think I've a chance. T proposed to her last after the tournament's over. You've seen mother. What would the Degans think of her if they saw her?' “I don't know, gh gently. “What'll I do, rably. your =on,” T Jtm, said Lough- tough life.” MacClosky “Play shot,” said Lough- borough abruptly, with a stern ring in his volce. “What?" “Play your shot,” Loughborough re- peated. ~ “That's the best habit I taught you in golf. That's the best can give you now. Figure | “Me boy! By William Slavens McNutt hooking and slicing and topping like any high handicap dub.” No break came on the outgoing nine. Locked in a tle, and 8o far ahead of the rest of the fleld that one of the two was an Inevitable winner, they started from the ninth green toward the tenth tee. In the crowd streaming by, stamping for position, MacClosky had a brief glimpse of Louiss Degan and her father. The girl's face was white with strain. Her eyes fairly screamed a question at him. Was he all right? Could he stand the gaff? Go through and win? With a savage inner effort of which there was no outward expression, he managed a confident nod and a reas- suring smile. He stole a furtive side look at Harkle, striding easlly along with the suggestion of a confident swag- ger in his galt, the hint of & mocking smile on his wide lips. Was the champ feeling the strain of the strug- sle at all? Was he actually as pleas- antly at ease as he appeared? To MacClosky his opponent appeared suddenly as an invincible, enormous giant, a huge, towering, temporarily towering creature, against whom it was futile, a humiliating' farce, to struggle. He felt himself tiny, cow- ering, shamefully ludicrous in con’ trast to this great calm, relentless figure. It was his honor-—his to drive first at the 10th. No sign of the last ditch, spiritual battle raging within him showed in movement or expression as he leaned over, pinched his tee into shape, set his' ball thereon and stralghtened up. As he took his stance he could feel the quaking of his soul begin to creep out into his flesh. In spite of all the repression he oould muster, his fin- gers, wrapped around the leathern- covered grip of the driver, began to tremble. He could feel them trem- bling. It was only a matter of mo- ments when those pitiless intent watchers would see them trembling; only a matter of moments until all his world would know what he knew —that he was beaten. As he grounded the sols of his club behind the ball, preparatory to be- ginning his back swing, the crowd at his rear moved and murmured rude- 1y, unaccountabl Thankful for an excuse for delay, he frowned and waited for the annoying mutter and movement to cease. The disturbance increased, accom- panied by angry, whispered com- mands for silence. Then a loud voice, Here 1 am, Sonny.” * x ox % MACCLOSKY turned and saw his mother just breaking free of the erowd, her arms outstretched to him, her round, fat face, rosy with the joy of meeting and beaded with perspira- tion from her efforts at struggling through the throng. Her black silk bonnet, 30 years since, of a style clasped with THE PATCH, THAT TOUGH NEIGHBORHOOD ACROSS THE RAILROAD TRACKS BACK OF THE GLASS- WORKS. sick, are ye?” she inquired solicitous- ly, “Sure yve're that White in the face ve'd scare a body. An' you out in this hot sun, wit'out a hat on your head! Now, me boy! How many times have T been tellin’ ye that the Summer sun on your bare head will—" & XX * IGHT there Matt Harkle interrupt- ed. He was a psychologist of sorts, as a champion professional golfer must be, keen to twist to his advantage any unusual incident that occurred during the course of play. Sensing MacClosky's consternation, he dectded to do his bit in adding to it. “Well! Well! How about getting slong with this little affair of ours?" be sald harshly. “Going to shoot or talk some more? What Is this, any- how—an old lady tatting society or a game of golf?” His words carried to the gallery. A few laughed loudly. Two small, bright spots of fighting color flared in MacClosky’s cheeks as he turned slowly and looked at Harkle. A cleansing flood of hot rage rushed through him. For one healing moment he forgot himself, forgot the game he was playing, the prize at stake, and the wealth and worth of those who watched. For that one moment he realized only that his mother was being ridiculed by sneering man in front of him. His fists clenched, he took one threaten- ing step toward Harkle and stopped and stared. In that one magic mo- ment of self-forgetful rage a miracle had been wrought. There stood now and muscle. easy smile. vincible. power ran through him like a fire. St the sense of complete confidence that filled him, arm in his own and drew her forward. round-eyed at the | | sent it wh revealed before him no invincible towering giant, but only a frail man, a frail contemptible man, so inward frenzied by fear of loss that his com bat code was become no higher than that of a cornered rat, tered, detestable caricature of a man willing to unsophisticated old woman to win! a futile, flus- make public mock of an MacClosky drew a long, deep breath relaxed in every nerve and His lips widened in a slow, He felt suddenly big, in- A warm, sure thrill of smiling slightly, tingling with he linked his mothers “This is my mother, Mr. Harkle,” he said clearly. “Yes?’ eald Harkle with an in- sulting inflection. “That’s Interesting. Suppose you shoot.” Soon enough,” said MacClosky. “This is Mr. Harkle, mother,” he went on. “Matt Harkle. He was the open champion of the United States up until just now.” “Oh!" said Mrs. MacClosky, staring Harkle. “Did he just get beat ther “He did!” said MacClosky. “Just With the air of a courtier he escorted the old lady off the tee, turn- ed her over to Loughborough, step- ped back, addres-ed the ball, and g down the fairway on longest drive ever recorded in pionship match! holes later the champlon MacClosky sank the putt tha States and was carried aws clubhouse on and L oh—Red! cracked, cracked wide open as the veteran golf writer had predicted ona of the contestants inevitably mu and at 4 o'clock that afternoon, when the slanting rays from the sun made the course a pa of long, cool shadows and golden green t Red made hampion of the U'nited to the of a him the open the shoulde: cheering crowd. But before he was holsted aloft Louise Degan fought her way to his slde, threw her arms about h! ed m, kiss- lips, and spoke one The one word was him on the word in his ear. “Yes.” And after he had been given the oup emblematic of his championship and the news photographers had fin- ished with side again, him, Louise was at his tears in her eves. “Your mother's too dear for words,” she said tremulously “She was too tired to follow the match, and we've been with her all afternoon. Daddy She—she’s told us a lot. We're tn love with b And you- You were just splendid! A golf writer came forward smi and interrupted. “Just Mac,” he said Tell*me, one feature of your h you most today?” both worth with ub the shot for, win lose—and I won (Copyright 3 = antique first speaker. “You from the Big| 3 Elm?" he inquired “You bet 1 am,” said haired man. “President of What do vou think of MacClosky?” The Jong man smiled. “T think he's| changed from the first time I saw| him,” he said reminiscently. “He| was about 12 vears old then and just | “Right back at you, Red.” said | Loughborough. “If anybody could be taught to do that trick. voure the one would have learned it | The four chatted for a few moments and MacClosky and the girl moved on. “There goes the reason I'm asking | questions,” said Degan, frankly, when the twu were out of earshot. “A pro for the club is out what your shot calls for, son, and | strings, was askew on her gray head, and the black silk dress incasing her abundant form was rumpled and twisted from the jostling of her im- petuous progress through the pack- ed gallery. Behind her MacClosky saw Long Jim Loughborough, his arm outstretched in a futile attempt at detention. road brakeman. He got killed in a| | wreck the year after I was born, and | then play it that way, win or lose. from that time on until I wandered | MacClosky drew a long breath. onto the course at Rock Ridge, where [ 8¢t Y0u" he said. ou were the pro and began making | fayor. Jim money as a caddig, she took in wash- | _“Sure” said Loughborough. ing to keep the &air of us alive. T|181t?" don’'t know if you know it, but we “T drive off at 9 o'clock. lived In the Patch, that tough neigh- | MY mother by sight white- club. | boy the the our “r “Will you do me a First American Inaugural Parade From Mount Vernon to New York “What You know Meet her at about the dirtiest, raggedest little red-headed, barefooted that ever hit our caddie master a job toting clubs. If you're presi- dent of the Big Elm, I reckon you've heard Red speak of me. I'm the one who recommended him to you ple. Long Jim white-haired man thing! 1 ought to have from your pictures. name, Tom Degan. Mv, told us a lot about you B taught him everything he knows. Loughborough shook his head. taught him everything I know,’ said quizzically. “He learned much young, and then went on from there.” He took his pipe and pointed down the for Loughborough!” exclaimed. “Sure known you Degan's m ves Says you he from his mouth Jurse to where the champion was preparing to make | e's beginning he said. iron for his second shot. “Harl to wear under the strair “You notice he’s using an his second? It's .a wood shot wants to get home and he's it safe.” “I'll lay vou odds said Degan. % Loughborough nodded. ‘“No bet,” he s=aid dryly: “That's one thing I v, if I do say it myself. E ots for what they're worth, with the club the shot calls for, win or lose. He's learned many a thing about the game that I never knew, but that's one thing I knew and taught him that he's never for- gotten.” The fairway approaching the home hole at the Indian Head Club was narrow, sloping, bordered by traps and heavy rough. The grecn itself Red uses his youngster | peo- | the | Red's | s} that | if he| playing | for my daughter—well, that's some- thing else again. From all I've seen since he came to us, I judge him to | be a thoroughly decent sort of young- ste and if he wins this ship he'll be in lin diate big money got the golf and be sure of a decent Loughboroug ed, hough you were trying to me as a son-in-law. 1y “If T werec in the market, I think I'd be te ted by vour recommenda- tion. Why not take it yvourself and be satisfied?” “Well — well — what's his back- ground?” Degan asked. “I'm afraid 1 ound like a snob: but, after all, what was his early life? Who were his peopla? He's been pretty close- mouthed, and yvou're the only one I've met who knew him before he came to us.” Red’'s got a tongue said Loughborough, grufily. wants to answer your que can use it for that.” Degan sighed. “I see,” he said. hope you understand my position. offense meant. ‘None taken,” said Loughborough, rising. “I wish you the best of luck, and the same to Red and your daugh- champlon- for some imme Win or lose. he's the personality to living. “Sounds as to sell he said, dry- in his head,” “If he ions he oy No - > THE LONGEST DRIVE EVER RECORDED IN A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH. one thing. a husband | joil hir | | clothes and | people I toted clubs for than the borhood across the rallroad back of the glass works. In a two-room shanty, Jim “Lincoln was born in a log cabin,” said Loughborough. “1 know,” said MacClos wasn't ashamed of It, was he? Humm—I get you." Rrdeg s was ashamed of the sk MacClosky went on. “Of that and everything that went with it. When 1 begun caddying at the Rock River Club, I paid more attention to manners and speech “He nty, Jim,” the game they played. How I did want to be like them! Clean and confident and well-dressed.” “You've come a long way those days.” said Loughborough T have,” MacClosky agreed. “And T've come fast. I've been able to do it because I wanted, well—class—so bad that T could soak it up from the people L envied like a dry sponge soaks water. Anything that anybody had that I admired I could copy and make my own. I learned my golf that way and in that way I soaked up manner and vocabulary. The last two years I've been watching Harkle whenever I got a chance and soaking up his stuff. Today I used his own game against him. That's what beat him since the | of | that 10 o'clock train ¢ and bring her to you?" the morning the course, will ¥ x ok K the morning of the second and O last day of play Harkle and Mac Closky began their of supergolf where they the afternoon before. brilliant disj had left sawing back and forth, first one and av | rattled on g ff [ back and surveyed him proudly after Hole after hole | 5 brief embrace, * they reeled off in par or better, see- | 1 |get a “Me boy!” the old lady cried again joyously, waddling toward him. “Me own laddie!” Then her big arms were about him and he was crushed tight to her gen- erous bosom. “My! But don’t ye look grand!" she rulously as she stepped What would your ayin' if he could ve now? You In thim v dead father be look at then the other & stroke to the good, | awed-off pants and stockin's with both icily intent, courageously non- chalant, fighting that most bitter of all sport battles,” the battle of golf | enough color in ‘em, too— would ve look at that, too? little fancy doodads hangin’ fr Well, Them m the that permits no single relieving mo- | tops o' your socks! Oh, but 1 have to ment of savage slug or rush, but de-}jugh 4t thim meself!” mands the competitive ferocity of the foot ball field or prize ring. disci- plined to .the guidance action as delicate as the cute stroke of a billtardist and as powerful as the swing of a base bail batter. “It's just a question of which one breaks first,” a veteran golf writer following the match declared. “A break’s got to come. You can stretch human nerves just so tight and then something happens. You watch. A gallery guard will yell ‘Stand back!’ just as one of 'em starts to drive, or somebody’ll move or cough as one of ‘em starts to putt and the break'll come. From then on the guy who breaks ‘Il be just a shaky wreck, of physical | quje She did so, loudly, freely. Several the bewlildered gallery followed Others joined as the old lady shook with mirth The world, his whole world, the world of golf, was watching and be- gInning to laugh! The Degans, father and daughter, were watching. They were not laughing. They were watching, amazed, questioning, shocked. White with shame, dizzy with hu- miliation, MacClosky took his mother by the arm. “You go along with Mr. Loughborough, mother,” he sald hur- riedly. “I'm busy with the game just now. We'll have time to talk at lunch.” “Ah now, that's what Mr. Loughbor- ough tol’ me,” said the old lady con- tritely—and loudly, “He said to me, can't be botherin’ the boy now. He's busy with his play. An’ T says to him, I says, ‘Cet along with ve, T gays. ‘Ye mean to be tellin’ me I can’t have a bit of a talk with me own son that I aln't seen this last three months, an’ all because he's too busy with a bit of a game? Get along with you! I says to Mr. Loughborough. in “He won't be mindin’ if I do a word of greetin’ to him. The murmur of merriment from the gallery was growing rapidly. “That was perfectly all right, Mum- my,” MacClosky muttered. “You have- n't bothered a bit. Now just run along with Mr. Loughborough, and I'll see you at lunch.” “I'll do that, me boy,” the old lady promised obediently. But still she stayed on the tee, searching his face with suddenly anx- fous eyes. “Laddie, ye're not feelin’ but speak (Continued from Second Page.) The Chief preme Court of the U could not be used, be would be no such court until the first President appointed them. The week's delay was devoted by Washington to a round of social ceremonies and to audiences with statesmen with whom he was to be assoclated in the establishment of the new Government For his first inaugural Washing- ton wore a brown suit of “American manufacture,” a pc upon which considerable emphasis was laid at the time. It was in the mode of the day, but not as elaborate as his black vel- vet worn in Philadelphia four years later. No mention is made of garters, but it is recorded that he wore bright silver buckles on his shoes and car- ried a dress sword with a plain steel hilt in a plain_scabbard. The Justice of the ited States ause there States subtreasury. Religious services were held in all churches in the forenoon and cannon were fired off at frequent intervals all day. Houses and shops were closed and the whole town turned out. Washington and his party rode to the hall in carriages, but could hardly get through the masses of people. They alighted two blocks away and marched through a double rank of military troops to the hall. The oath of office was administered on a portico outside the buflding, in view of a big crowd of citizens. Upon & table was a huge, gold-bound Bible, resting on a crimson cloth. Washing- ton stood with his hand on the Bible as the oath was read to him. At its conclusion he lifted his right hand and said solemnl “I swear—so help me God." Then he bent and kissed the Bible and the erowd, which had been stilled by the impressive scene, burst forth into cheérs, church bells rang, salutes were fired by artillery and from can- non on boats In the harbor. The crowds were so dense when the cere- monies ended that the carriages could not be moved, so Washington and his official party walked back to Franklin Square, stopping en route to attend divine services in St. John's Church. The inauguration of John Adams in Philadelphia on March 4, 1797, was distinctive because of two facts with which Adams himself had little to do. The first was that chief interest was In Washington, the retiring President, rather than in Adams, the incomins. There was no sentiment of “The king is dead; long live the king.” The king was very much allve. The other was the presence of such a large number of Presidents and future Presidents— five in all. Washington and Adams were, of course, present. Thomas J8f- ferson, who had been Washington's Secretary of State, was there as the incoming Vice President, “dressed in a plain, dark suit with crimson waist- coat and knee breeches.” James Madi- son’s term as & member of the House from Virginia expired at the very moment Adams took the oath of office, S0 he was on hand, as was also a .vigorous voung lawyer from the new State of Tennessee, named Andrew Jackson, whose term in the House also expired at the same hour. * ok ok x WWASHINGTON gave a farewell din- ner to his official friends on the night of March 3, 1797. At 11 o'clock the next morning Jefferson took the oath of office as Vice President, go- ing to the Senate unattended for the purpose and shocking many of the Federalists by the off-hand manner in ‘which he went through the ceremony. He was running true to form, how- ever, because he feared the effect of pomp and ceremony on the young re- public and had criticized Washing- tons Inauguration in New York as “not at all in character with the sim- plicity of republican government, and looking, as if wishfully, to those of European courts.” At 13 o’'clock noon the Senate re- paired downstairs to the House cham- ber, where Washington, Jefferson and Adams took seats at the head of the reom, Adams in the Speaker's chair, Jefferson on his left. or person | cere- | monies were in “Federal Hall.” where | Congress met, and which stood at the | corner of Wall and Nassau streets on | the site now occupied by the United | with Wash on his right and The foreig s and their staffs, in full re- present; also all govern- rgton ment officials of the Capital establish- ment sonages nd as of hold. many more of the the hour as the Scores of ladi per- room would elat orately gowned for the occasion, were present and seats of bers gossip and members. T ministered to Ac Oliver Ellsworth Supreme Court. ceupied eriti th of office was ad- f the United S inaugurating a ct tom that has continued ever since Adams read his inaugural address, but little attention was paid to him except when he referred his predecessor. . Washington the to was center of interest and when the new President departed from the hall at the conclusion of the ceremonies the crowds both_inside and outside the building remained to see and cheer the old. As Washington and Jefferson rose to le he former stepped back to let the new Vice President precede him up the aisle. Jefferson stepped to one side and bowed for Washington to precede him and for 2 moment they contended thus in showing courtesy. Washington, however, who was most White House (Continued from Third Page.) picture of social life in his adminis- tratjon is that of Mrs. Hayes, dressed in a plain black silk, at her reception. It was said that wever had Dolly Madison, in her beautiful pink satin, won greater admiration than did Mrs. Hayes that night. 5 When Garfleld was inaugarated, the Ball_in his honor was held in the old National Museum, then unfinished. Chester A. Arthur, who succeeded Garfield, was described by one of the Washington writers of that day as every inch a ruler in personal appear- ance and attitude. The writer pro- claimed him the handsomest to wield the Vice -President's gavel since Breckenridge and described him as worthy of the brush of the painter or pen of the poet. Grover Cleveland's first inaugura- tion was one of the warmest ever recorded and was attended by 100,000 visitors, a greater number than on any previous inauguration. The holding of the ball that year in the | Pension Office gave the precedent for the other inaugural balls held there. Benjamin Harrison’s Inauguration is remembered for its wetness, but, despite the weather, 30,000 men marched in the rain. The ball, more popular than ever, was attended by 12,000 people, swelling the surplus of the inaugural committee to $26,000. In all the long parade in honor of McKinley's first inauguration there was no part in which greater interest was taken than in the mounted de- tachment of special aids made up of the sons of the ex-Presidents. * ok ok % WHEN President Rooseveit was inaugurated 183,000 people came to Washington to celebrate the occa- sion. It was as If one good sized city bad poured all of its inhabitants into another. The famous Rough Riders escorted their colonel,to the Capitol, and among those who followed in his train as he went back to the White House was a body of Indian chiefs led by old Geronimo. Seth Bullock and his troup of cowboys in their western regalla, a company of neigh- bors 600 strong from Oyster Bay and a following of anthracite minersalso marched. Mr. Taft's inauguration tested the loyalty of the tens of thousands who courageously marched in the parade or stood in the snow and slush to sce him and his elaborate cortege pass up Pennsylvania avenue. The night before the 4th the city ‘was surprised by a flareback of Win- -ter after it had enjoyed springlike ferson vielded | with the greate passage through mem- | & 1ast 1ook at him n the floor, which caused much | the last upon which Wasnington and m from older |3 { cerned punctilious as to all forms concern- ng the presidency, in going ahead the Outstde the hall it was on difficulty isted upon Jef- and latter that a Washington anxious to have was made the crowds This occasion was Jeffe which son ever met and the a Federalist was i last upon augurated by Chief Justice | President ates | | tion of It was fortunate that t “Jeffers came just when it would have e innova ian simplicity” did. for all been put to it to held any other kind of an ion on March 4, 1801, when entered the White House have inaugu Jefferson | The Government had been moved to | Washington in November, 1800, but the White House was pleted and only the the Capltol was not Senate habitable. yet com- wing of (Next week Mr. Newman's article will treat of the Secretaryship of State, which Mr. Hughes puts behind him, and of dramatic events con- cerning it in acts of “Queen Dolly™” Madison, Jefferson, John Marshail and others.) (Coprrighi Stories Of Differing Periods' § Trains were de heavy snow and traflic was thrown fnto confusion, but determined crowds continued to pour into Wash- ington Though President Wilson was first to put an official ban on th augural ball, he was honored by usually long and elaborate on his two inauguration davs. preparedness parade o ministration i weather aved by the the in- un- parades The bis second ad- however, perhaps more closely associated with Mr. Wil- son An the minds of the Washingto- nians than cven the parades of his nauguration. The picture of Mr. Wilson, fault- lessly attired in his white trousers, blue coat, white shoes and straw hat, carrying a small American flag over bhis shoulder as he walked up Penn- sylvania avenue, followed by thou- sands of private citizens, will live in memory. Then there was that other great demonstration of his administration, for which therd was not a day’s prep- aration, when reserved Washington forgot 'itself in the enthusiasm of cclebrating the first news of armi- stice. That night Mr. and Mrs. Wil- son joined the happy throngs on the streets. Their car was so surround- ed that not even the Secret Service men could prevent the crowds from impeding their progress. In_fact, from all appearances Mr. Wilson wanted to celebrate the end of the World War horrors with the peopls of Washington and with the thou- sands of war workers from the vari- ous departments. On account of the shortness of the inaugural parade of Mr. Harding there were not as many out-of-town visitors in the city as had usually come for the 4th of March celebra- tions. The fact that the newly elect- ed President preferted but little dem- onstration.aver his induction into of- fice did not betoken any aloofness from the people. There was never a President who was more gracious in receiving visitors in the White House than Warren Harding, who spared no strength in complying with the re- quests of thousands who wished to shake hands with him as Presidemt of the United States. His calm, cor- dial greeting was so friendly that the caller actually often went away with the feeling that Mr. Harding might have been disappointed it he had not called. Th incere and kindly attitude of the Executive to- ward visitors was shared by Flor- ence Harding, his wife, who Is re- membered as one of the most gra- clous and lovable mistresses ever in the White House.