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PRESIDENT TALKS AT GETTYSBURG Hls Address Is Chief Feature of National Day at the Celebration. HEARD BY GREAT THRONG Mr. Wilson Dwells on Present Duty af ths People In Finishing the Nation Now Beloved by All. Gettysburg, Pa., July 4.--May thou- Sands of veterans from north and south and of other visitors faced Pres- ident Wilson today as he delivered the Idrees which was the main feature of National day in the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Battle Of Gettysburg. The president&apos;s address followmx Friends and Fellow Citizens: I need tell you what the battle of Gettys- burg meant. These gallant men in blue and gray sit all about us here. Many of them met here upon this ground in grim and deadly struggle. these famous felds and hillsides their comrades died about them. In It were an impertinence to discourse upon how the battle went, how it ended, what it signlfiedl But 60 years have gone by since then and I crave the privilege of speaking to You for a few minutes of what those 0 years have meant. What have'they meant? They have eant peace and union and vigor, and the maturity and might of a great ha- How Wholesome and healing the has been[ Vo have found one again am brothers and com- rades in arms, enemies no longer, gen- erous friends rather, our battles long the quarrel forgotten--except that we shall not forget the splendid the manly devotion of the men arrayed against one another, now hands and smiling into each eyes. How complete the union has become and how dear to all of us, unquestioned, how benign and as state after state he been atdded to this great family of ree How handsome the vigor, the the might of the great na- tion we love with undivided hearts; full of, large and confident prom- that a life will be wrought out will crown its strength with gra- Justice and a happy welfare that touch all alike with deep content- We are debtors to those 50 years; they have made us to a mighty heritage. . Nation Not Finished. But do we deem the fatten corn- and finished? These venerable crowding here to this famous have set us a great example of and utter sacrifice. They willing to die that the peel live. But their task Is day i trned into evening. They to us to perfect what they estab- Their work ts handed on to to be done in another way but not another spirit. Our day is not over; upon us in full tide. Have affairs paused? Does the stand still? Is It what the 50 have wrought since those days battle flnlshe, rounded out, and ted? Here is a great people, with every force that has ever tn the lifeblood of mankind. It is secure. There is no one its borders, .there: is no g the nations of the earth, make it afraid. But has it yet itself with Its own great set up at its birth, when it that first noble, naive appeal to moral Judgment of mankind to notice that a government had at last been established which to serve men, not masters? It Is everything except the saris- that its life Is right, adjusted the uttermost to the standards of and humPnity. The of sacrifice 'and cleansing are closed. We have harder things do than were done In the heroic of war, because harder to requiring more vision, more balance of Judgment. a more searching of the very springs Tribute to Their Valor. Look around you upon the field of Picture the array, the heats and agony of battle, col- hurled against column, battery to battery! Valor? Yesl no man shall see In war; and and loss to the utter` st; the .high recklessness of exalt- devotion which does not count the st. We are made by these tragic, to know what it costs to a nation--the blood and saeri, of multitudes of unEuown men to a great stature In the view all generatlonB by knowing no limit their manly willingness to serve. thus marshaled from the of free men you will see, as it a nation embattled, the leaders wffl, how Httle excep{ In form tin actio differs in days of pea from its action in days of war. May we break camp now and bs at ease? Are the forces that fight for the Nation dispersed, disbanded, gone to their homes forgetful of the common cause? Are our forces disorganized, without constituted leaders and the might of men consciously united be- cause we contend, not with armies, but with principalities and powers and wickedness in high places. Are we content to lie still? Does our union mea sympathy, our peace content- ment, our vigor right action, our ma- turity self-comprehension and a clear confidence in choosing what we shall do? War fitted us for action, and no- tion never ceases. Our Laws the Orders of the Day. I have been chosen the leader of the Nation. I cannot Justify the choice by any qualities of my own. but so it has come about, and here I stand. Whom do I command? The ghostly hosts who fought upon these battle fields long ago and are gone? These gallant gentlemen stricken in years whose fighting days are over, their glory won? What are the orders for them, who rallies them? I have In my mind another host. whom these set free of civil strife in order that they might work out In days of peace and settled order the life of a great na- tion. That host is the people them- selves, the great and the small, with- out class or difference of kind or race or origin; and undivided in Inter- est, If we have but the vision to guide and direct them and order their llves aright In what we do. Our constitu- tions are their articles of enlistment. The orders of the day are the laws upon our statute honks. What we strive for Is their freedom, their right to lift themselves from day to day and behold the things they have hoped for, and so make way for stall better days for those whom they love who are to come after them. The recruits are the little children crowding in. The quartermaster's stores are In the mines and-forests and fields, in the Shops and factories. Every day some- thing must be done to push the cam- paign forward; and It must be done by plan and with an eye to some great destiny. How shall we hold such thoughts in our hearts and not be moved? I would not have you live even today wholly in the past, but would wish to stand with you in the light that streams upon us now out of that great day gone by. Here is the n- tion God has builded by our hands. What shall we do with It? W'no stands ready to act again and always in the spirit of this day of reunion and hope and patriotic fervor? The day of our country's life has but broadened into morning. Do not put uniforms by. Put the harness of the present on. Lift your eyes to the great tracts of life yet to be conquered in the inter, est of righteous peace, of that pros- perity which lies In a people's hearts and outlasts all wars and errors of meu. Come, let-us be comrades and soldiers yet to serve our fellow men in quiet counsel, where the blare of trumpets is neither heard nor heeded and where the things are done which make blessed the nations of the world ta peace and righteousness and lov. Where Rain Is a Curiosity. For 2,000 miles of coast, as more Americans than ara at present in- formed will doubtless discover as soon as the Panama canal develops mare neighborliness between the north K iantie aud the south Pacific, hue need not car)" an umbrella except to keep off the sun. In Peru, on ths sea sida of the Andes, they build out of mud what seem to be magnificent palaces and clapboard effects are popular though wood is worth its weight in gold. Stucco, a paint brush and a lively fancy serve for this stagey deco. ration, but there is not even a pre- tense of cultivating laws, though that might be indulged, too, with the help of a pot of green paint. Rain enough would not fall in a generation to wash the green off he front yard or the patio. That stretch o% coast is one of the most remarkable of all nature's dem- onstrations of waterless desolation It Is an elongated Sahara. From Co- quimbo, cue-third of "the length of Chile below the Peruvian border, to Ouayaqull. in Ecuador, vegetation is unknown. An aable effect is to relieve the equatorial heat along the coast and the slope of the Andes ot hunfldlty, Had Her Plans Laid Out. One day, shortly after George M. Cohan began a recent engagement in Chicle, and before the at(ees of the theater that bear= hls name there had become used to seeing him at close rang the famous author-ator encountered an old colored woman industriously scrubbing the marble floor of the foyer, chanting the while & doleful dirge-like air.. "Auntie," commented the comedian, "that's a mournful tune You're sing inS." "Yas, sir," she answered. "I knows it's mo'nful, but by singtn'-dat chune an' mtndln' ma own business I e alarm signal and the train o outwit -the stopped.  o the crlt ke  snglne driver to see that he did not proceed Don Jaime a long speech, at the close of hch the train ww allowed to Pro- to!. would ot bb allowed to pro- coo& from Pau to Lourdes, intimated .......... followers that he would stand A camel with an average load will the side of the railway llne two travel 25 miles a day, and when unen* from Lourdes station, cumbered it will go 90 mL] a d&y special train reached the sometimes. WOMAN SURVIVOR OF BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG That woman played a prominent par in the greatest battle of the Civil war that was fought Just fifty years ago, is apt to be forgotten until a mute reminder such as is seen in the photograph Is brought to our at- tention. Fifty years back is a long time to remember, yet here one of those who fought under the stars and bars, five decades ago, is greeting one of the women nurses and one of the few remaining ones whose husband was the comrade in arms of the grizzled old veteran. SIDELIGHTS OF ETTYSBIJRI; REUNION The great reunion of the blue and the gray on the battlefield of Gettys- burg has passed into history, it was In all respects the most unique gath- ering of the soldiers of the 60's ever held. Men who fought each other fifty years ago this year fraternized as long-separated brothers. Naturally such a gathering would be productive of many incidents, both pathetic and humorous. As many stories were floating about as there were veterans at the reunion. The camp Is full of unexpected meetings. Every day brings forth nu- merous meetings between men who have not seen one another for many years. Many are commonplace, but some are extraordinary. For In- stance, here is one: I. D. Munsee of Erie county, Penn- sylvania, a soldier in the 111th Ienn: sylvania, was captured by the con- federates at Peachtree Creek, Ga., when he was one of Sherman's army on the celebrated march to the sea. He was being conveyed to the rear by a confederate soldier when the union batteries opened fire upon the party among whom he was a pris- oner. The man who was gmrding Munsee was hit and fell. knocking Munsee down and lying on top of him. Seeing his chance of escape, Muu- see lay very still under the uncon- sclous confederate while the battle raged around hem. That night he slipped frOm under the body and es- caped to the union lines. "I thought that fellow was dead," said Munsee. "but I saw him today. Poor fellow, his mind's bad, and he didn't'recognize me, but I was sure of him. I couldn't even get his name, but I'm goln over later to the Georgia camp and try to find out who he is." Here le a story which was told by A. T. Dice, vlce-presldent of the Read- ing railway: Once upon a time there were a vet- eran in gray and a veteran in blue. they came to Gettysburg and in the course of events and vlslt.s to hotels they happened to meet. They looked over the sights of Gettysburg and the monuments of the field. But they found they must part. The one in blue lived in Oregon; the one in gray in New Orleans. They went weeping together to their sta- tion and passed by train after train, deferring the parting that must come. Just what they said. Just how they reached the final grand idea of the meeting, Mr. Dice dld not know. But, however, yesterday they finally decided that the time for parting had come. The one from Oregon could not figure how tO reach home via New Orleans axl his gray comrade, while willing to see th west, didn't have the money for a ticket. They lined upon on the platform as their trains stood waiting and then laafore the crowd, they slowly stripped off their uniforms and exchanged them there while the curious flocked to see them. The Oregonian who ease proudly to town with a coat of blue. went as proudly away with one of gray and the veteran from Louisiana who boast- d the gray of the south sat w|h swelling chest in his new uniform of blue, A striking contrast is seen in the menu provided for the soldiers fifty years ago and what they enjoyed this year: 1863--BreakfastIdardtack, bacon, beans and coffee. Dinner--Bacon, beans, hardtack and coffee. SupperBeans, hardtack, bacon and coffee. 1913BrcakfastPuffed rice, fried uggs, fried bacon, cream potatoes, fresh bread, hard bread, butter and coffee. Dinner  ricassee chicken, peas, corn, Ice cream, cake, cigars, fresh bread, hard bread, butter, coffee, iced tea Supper  Salmon salad, macaroni and ,cheese, fresh bread, butter and coffee. Chief Clerk George G. Thorns of the state department at Harrisburg told of the call made by a Union vet- eran early on the morning of the flf- tleth anniversary of the start of the battle, who related that his conscience troubled him because of the fact that on that fateful morning many years ago he had succumbed to temptation and stolen a quantRy of onions from the Thorns garden, which was located near the historic Seminary ridge. He told Thorns that he desired, at this late day to pay for the onions and thus relieve his conscience. Needless t say, his offer of money was refused, but the Thornes woul< like to learn the Identity ef the sol- diers who upset eight beehives in the dead of night and appropriated all the honey they contained. A remarkable coincidence of the camp was the meeting of two men of exactly the same name. coming from towns of the same name, but in differ- ent states. One fought on the union side In the battle of Gettysburg, and the other with the confederates. These two men are John Carson of Burlington. N. J., and John Carson of Burlington, N. C. They met by the merest chance. The Jersey Carson was walking along one of the streets, and saw a man in graY. Just to be friendly, the Jersey man stopped him and gave him a greeting. It was not until they had talked for several minutes that they discovered their names were identical, as well a the names of their towns. A grandson of Francis Scott Key, composer of "The Star-Spangled Ban- ner," Is here. He is John Francis Key, aged eighty-two, of Plkevlle. Md., and he Is a veteran of the Second Mary- land infantry of the confederate army. ,Wearing a suit of gray, Key came into town, weak and almost dropping. Hehas been in failing health, but de- crated he was "going to see Gettys. burg on this occasion or die." One of the oldest veterans in the big camp is Captain W. H. lletg of Houston, Texas, who was ninety years of age On his last birthday, February 25. During the war he erved with distinction in the marine department of the confederate navy. Captain Fleig is one of the best preserved men in camp and is more active than many of the other veterans a score of years less advanced. Fifty"yeare to the hour from Ule time when the first shot preceding the battle was fired a reunion meeting of the blue and the gray was held in tha big tent. he gray cavalry men who fought the skirmishes that led up to the three days' fight pledged then selves in the shadows of the stars and stripes to "forget" and their broLllers in blue swore by the stars and that the fight was over for all tiros. There were several women from the village in the tent and six one-time schoolgirls, gray-haired and aged now, sang "Rally 'Round the Flag, Boys," while the veterans wept like boys, but with pride. The six women who mng the battle song were among those who thronged the streets ot Gettysburg after the advance guard of the South- eru army left it 50 years ago. On the night when Buford's men came rid- ing into the village on the heels of Whselor's men in gray, maidens strew- ed flowers along the streets and bells in the churches pealed out the news of the cpmtng of the b1ao and the town went wild. Of all the scores of girls who web corned the vanguard of Meade, only a half dozen could be found, and they stood, white-haired with tears in their eyes on a platform in the big tent and sang to the weeping soldiers in the seats below. "I'm afraid we can't sing like we sang 50 years S@o," said the ma- tronly woman who acted as leader as she led the way up the steps to ths platform. "We don't care;. Just sl again,  shouted the veterans. As the first notes of the war,time melody came from them in quavering tones, the vet- erans both of the north and of the south sat quiet with eyes fixed upon the singers. The hum of the chorus came from every side, and the old men ept openly. Aside from the old soldiers them- selves, an interesting figure is Mrs. Longstreet, widow of the commander at the front of the Confederate lines in the third day's battle. Mrs, Long- street walked a mile through the broiling sun out to the/old Rogers house to interview General Sickles. Some time ago Mrs. Longstreet sent a long telegram as representing the southern veterans in protest against" the old Union vteran being thrown in Jall In NewYork because of some financial aa!rs. It was said that Sickles misunderstood the spirit and his pride was so hurt that their meet- ing today would not be cordial. "General, I have written an article about you for publication," said Mrs. Ingstreet at the meeting, and she read several pages of the highest trib- ute to the old corps leader, whom she charaetertzed as having come ,back and being once again lu 'the saddle. Half a hundred old Slckle' men gath. ered on the lawn and the reading be- came drimatle. General Sickles lean- ed back In his big chair, closed ]his eyes, and looked back to meeting with Longstreet. Here hls widow was praising to the world the valor which she claimed had gone unrecognized by the government. Tears flowed down the Sickles eheeka now tanned by hie ninety-third sum- mer. and his-01d followerS doffed their hats and mingled their tears with those of their old leader, wetting the ground upon which long ago had been soaked by their blood. James H. Lansberry of St Louis, Me., who enlisted in the Third Indiana cavalry from Madison, Ind., recited to his comrades the details of his cap- lure in the town of Gettysburg by Confederates 50 years ago. Followin the skirmish Just outside of town which marked the opening of what was to be a world-famed engagement, he had been detailed to assist |h car- tying a wounded officer to the old seminary in Gettysburg. While in town frantic women flocked about him and begged that he tell of the battle. He remained to tell the story, with the result that he had to spend seve days In following the Confederate army as a prisoner. After tramping 50 miles over rough country Without shoes he succeeded in escaping and finally made his way back to GettTs- burg, where he remained till August In aesistlng in the care of the wound- ed, which were housed in the semin- nary, churches, barns and public build- ings. Practical I.ADY BOX.PLAITED WAIST. ,57 waist has a large box pialt Thls down the front and another down thol back. The closing is in front The! low neekIs trimmed with a wide col-!; lax and the long sleeves end in a dee cuff. The waist has a tight fltt gulmpe. Madru, batiste, voile or oU er soft material Oa be used for walsL The waist pattern ($$57) is Cut{ In stses 34 to 42 Inches bust mur Medium size requires $% yards Of  inch material, t*l._--prOoure this pattern mend 10  . O '/r'attern Depextment, of this Palw. 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In his later years Frederick William, king of Prussia. was sorely afflicted: with gout. Thetwinges of pain aggra- vated hie nattirlly iracible temper. During the attacks ho was accustome to divert his mind bY painting. Hi models were always mldier One day he kept a tall grenadier posing for a long time. At length tl One of the unadvertised reunions of picture was finished..The king tUrn the celebration occured in the con- to the man, and in a trrible vol federate section of the camp. A fife and drum corps of men tn blue tramp- ed up and down the streets of the con- federate part of the city of tents. They stopped before the tents, play- ed such a fanfare as only drums and fifes can make, summoned forth the occupants and shook hands, threw their arms about the gray shoulders and in a dozen other ways showed their feelings of friendship. They kept it up for hours and via- Red pracUcally every "rob" tanL. Their reception was emwarm as their reeting. One of the most Interesting places In camp was the lost and found bu: roan, located under the benches in the big tent, "Everything found on the grounds was brought there and thou- sands applied every day for missing articles. There were at ]east 100 crutches piled up in the bureau, doen or so al plieants havLng called for them. Those who come to redeem their lost crutches seldom can recognize them and most of them go away with some- body eise. There was one wooden leg also ly ln unclaimed, [t W brought in by a Boy SCOut who had lound tt under a tree. Several sets of fe teeth ware fourd. asked: "What do YOu think of that?" "The cheeks are. redder than ml/i was the heeitting reply. ' "I'11 soon fix thatl" thundered tha old king. SO he seized hts brush, and painte both cheeks ot the terrified grenadier a brilliant red. Telltng It. "I knew by the way our deaf dumb neighbor was using the language that she was happy." was she ppY, do yOU suppoY'" "Because she had a secret on haud Family Trees Defined, While the family phant runs motly to the chorUs girl does nothing of sort. inevitably . here Is something fanay abou about tL It's