oc-plain-dealer 1923-08-10

29th PRESIDENT IS LAID TO REST BY GEORGE R. HOLMES (J. N. S. Staff Correspondent) MARION, OHIO, Aug. 10.—Done with the pageantry of pomp and power; done with the trials and perplexities of high office, done with the worries of a swift moving world, Warren G. Harding, twenty-ninth president of the United States, tarred a while in the little house of his father today receiving the affectionate farewell of friends and neighbors, before going on to permanent rect in the shady little cemetery he helped to build. And while he rested again today in the flower-filled room, heavy with the fragrance of blossoms from all the world, the great nation over which he so lately presided stopped its business and joined with this little home town of his in a mutuality of respect and sorrow. The wheels of great industry stopped today, commerce ceased its hustling grind; the government itself halted—for it came to Marion—and clear across the continent over which he travelled but a few days ago there welled the respect and reverence that a free people accord their honored dead. The light rain that started falling with the break of a misty dawn in Marion did not deter the friends and neighbors of a lifetime of forming it a long, sad line in front of the little house in Center-st this morning; Somber skies but reflected the spirits of those who had known Warren Harding for a life time, and so they formed in that silent procession past his bier with no thot but to pay the last full measure of devotion that is the rightful heritage of a great and good man. There was no caste, no rank, no favorites, in that long line which extended from the big maple tree in front of his father's house clear down Center-st to the now empty office, six blocks away, where, in other and happier years, Warren G. Hard- President Carried $72,000 Insurance NEW YORK, Aug. 10.—The late President Harding carried $72,100 in life insurance policies all payable to his widow. His largest policy was for $15,000 in the Mutual Benefit, taken out in 1914. Other policies are: Mutual Life, New York $10,-000; Union Central, $7000; New York Life $5000; Northwestern Mutual $10,000; Pittsburgh Life and Trust $5000 and $100 in the Order of Hoo Hoo. ated to the highest place within the gift of the people, Marion has entertained many crowds—but never one like this. In other years, it was bolsterous, confident crowds that came to Marion with bands and speeches, to find the town a-stream with flags and buinting undimmed by any funeral or solemn note. They came for speeches, for play, for politics. But today there were no noise, no rallery, no rollicking of carefree thousands and the flags that everywhere flew were at half mast, their brightness dimmed by the heavy black that denotes the dead. There were the same pictures in the windows that were three years ago, but today their frames were of heavy black and beneath the smiling face were the significant numerals "1865-1922." The hotels were crowded, as of old, with high hats and frock coats, but the speeches have sunk to whisperings, and over all there is that silent air of restraint that betokens a funeral. The sun that struggled up through a mass of grey, low-hanging clouds in the east, looked upon a strong and saddened Marion. On the lawns about the home of Dr. George F. Harding slept several soldiers, they rolled into their blankets and slerr on the grass. It had become, overnight, the bivouac of hundreds of sleeping men, sent to Marion by the coming of minds, they recogin boyish looking men quite in the presi hearts the presi States is still tha neighbor, who shilthe house of his be so until the city In Marion Cemetnoon sends them that long rest from return. Only four hours day to those who well to the la e p too short for the sands who came. At 6 o'clock it was only a line two blocks long, the line had sweltion until it extend down Center street and silent office Star, and even do new Hotel Hard completed frame. There is a lot in the new Hotel object of its building Mr. Harding's no but under akings hard to finance in only now, three y ing up—backed by the dead presidency. By eight o'clock sible that all of t pass finally before president could ing entrance to t fore the hour can casket at one o'clock. Not only was tha was thick, people stood seven and two blocks and it was single file to pass flower-filled room president lay. If it is humanly everybody will be thrue. Mrs. Hardl ty touched by tha friendship and al come from every she has ordered loowed to pass un minute. So long was There was no caste, no rank, no favorites, in that long line which extended from the big maple tree in front of his father's house clear down Center-st to the now empty office, six blocks away, where, in other and happier years, Warren G. Harding used to sit at his desk making a newspaper and helping make a town. They filed sorrowfully past his bier today as they came, the high blaca hat with the battored straw, the luster of silk with the faded calico. The man in the casket with his lips slightly parted in a smile would have liked that. He was constantly preaching for the abolition of class and class consciousness in America. Today there was only one class filing past his flag-draped bier—a class of sorrowful reverential and often tearful people. All the foremen, it was the same eight—a seemingly endless stream of friends and neighbors. It was the same last night. Twenty thousand people had filed mournfully by when the heavy lid of the casket was lowered at midnight. There were apparently just as many more waiting today. The population of Marion is but thirty thousand, but the line of mourning people today came from many places. Some of them motored all right from distant points thruout Ohio. Others came on the two score trains that puffed in and out of Marion during the morning. Still others walked and beree the evidence of country roads on their shoes. Few men, none perhaps, had a wider acquaintance in Ohio than the man who lay dead in the casket. He had served as a state senator many years before he served the nation. It was a strange sad day in Marion, and a curious one. Since that long-remembered day in Chicago when word flashed to Marion that one of its citizens had been nominated THE BIG PAGEANT OF THE YEAR First Annual Southern California Baby Parade THE BIG PAGEANT OF THE YEAR First Annual Southern California Baby Parade SATURDAY, AUGUST 18th Long Beach of course (On Pike and Pier) Bands Floats 3-mile Parade You'll always have fun at Long Beach on the $5,000,000.00 Amusement Zone THE PLAIN DEALER, ANAHEIM, CALIF. by the coming of the great. In their minds, they recognize that the dine-boyish looking man from Massachusetts is the president, but in their hearts the president of the United States is still their kindly human neighbor, who slept again today in the house of his father. And it will be so until the click of the iron gates in Marion Cemetery late this afternoon sends their neighbor away to that long rest from which there is no return. Only four hours were allotted today to those who came to bid farewell to the lae president—a time all too short for the unnumbered thousands who came. At 6 o'clock this morning there was only a line of waiting people two blocks long. Two hours later the line had swelled in every direction until it extended for ten blocks down Center street, pass the closed and silent offices of the Marion Star, and even down to where the new Hotel Harding raised its uncompleted frame to the sky. There is a lot of pride in Marion in the new Hotel Harding. The project of its building was born with Mr. Harding's nomination in 1520 but under akings of that sort are hard to finance in a small town, and only now, three years later, it is going up—backed by 450 friends of the dead president in this community. By eight o'clock it seemed impossible that all of those who came to pass finally before the bier of the president could succeed in obtaining entrance to the little house before the hour came for closing the casket at one o'clock. Not only was the line long, but it was thick, people in some places stood seven and eight abreast for blocks and it was necessary to be in single file to pass thru the small flower-filled room in which the dead president lay. If it is humanly possible, however everybody will be permitted to go thru. Mrs. Harding has been greatly touched by the outpouring of friendship and affection that has come from every side in Marion and she has ordered that people be allowed to pass until the very last minute. So long was the line in early "Gallopin' Through" Showing at United "Gallopin' Through," Jack Hoxie's latest production, has been booked by Manager Duffield for his United theater for Friday and Saturday. Thrills galore are promised for the Hoxie fans in this fast-moving picture of the snow-capped Sierras in which Jack plays the Fog Man who comes out of the clouds with his big wolf dog and scares away the wicked hobgoblin for little Peggy Wayne and saves her father from the bad men who would put him in jail. The story contains a wealth of strong dramatic action and a mixture of laughable humor that bids fail for an evening's good entertainment. Jack's outwitting of the blustering sheriff will cause many a roar and not a few clackles, while the tender scenes between Jack and the child will cause the fair sex to use their handkerchiefs profusely. Jack's novel banner of acquiring a bride is startling but effective and the surprising outcome of his romance will cause a gasp and a giggle. The picture is a photographic gem in which is embodied a happy combination of broad, sweeping panoramas of snow-bathed mountains which vicinum majestic grandeur with the verdure-clack valleys of the lowlands. Throw all Jack Hoxie gallops on his white horse executing breath-taking feats of daring in which he is ably seconded by Ajax, his wolf dog, which downs the villain after a terrific fight and saves the heroine for its master. The republican state committee was called into session here and a resolution adopted and sent to Mrs. Harding, stating: "He was a great exemplar of these cardinal virtues—patience, humility, courage and love for his fellow men." At 2:15 o'clock the funeral cortex began forming in front of the residence. As fast as the cars were filled, they were rent down the street and on the heels of the departing people came the clang of the great steel doors from the little vault. "Home is the sailor, home from the sea" "And the hunter home from the hill." Long before the hour of the funeral service, part of the gigantic crowd began to maze along the short route that led to the cemetery and in the grounds thousands congregated on a hill back of the vault. A dozen florists were engaged at noon in banking on the side of the bill with hundreds of great floral offerings that came from all parts of the world. Promptly at 1 o'clock soldiers broke the line in front of the Harding home and orders were issued that no more were to go thru. The line at that hour still extended for blocks down Center street, and thousands of people who had stood in line for hours in the hot sun had their long vigil for nothing. As soon as the last visitors passed thru, the house was closed and members of the family assembled in the small room for a brief prayer service, led by Dr. Walter King, one of the late President's former pastors. At 1:30 p.m intimate friends of the Harding family began to assemble at the house. Among the early arrivals was General Charles G. Dawes, former director of the budget and a warm personal friend of the late president. Tagging All the Bases The Giants used 20 men in 15 innings. stood seven and eight abreast for blocks and it was necessary to be in single file to pass thru the small flower-filled room in which the dead president lay. If it is humanly possible, however everybody will be permitted to go thru. Mrs. Harding has been greatly touched by the outpouring of friendship and affection that has come from every side in Marion and she has ordered that people be allowed to pass until the very last minute. So long was the line in early morning hours that it was clearly apparent to Mrs. Harding and other members of the family that it would be impossible for all of them to pass in the four hours. Consequently at Mrs. Harding's orders, the heavy cover of the casket was raised a few minutes before 8 o'clock instead of at nine, as had been planned, and the first of those who had stood for many hours, passed thru the little sitting room of the Harding home and looked for the last time on the features of the dead president. The "Star boys" went thru at 8:30 a.m. "Boys" they still were to the mourning widow, even the many of them had hair that had grown white in the upbuilding of the Star. There was "Bill" Bull. He had been a printer's devil when Warren Harding acquired the Star, a struggling young publication of doubtful stability and future. Now he is foreman of the Star's composing room. There was Lew Miller, for 27 years in the employ of the Star, and Tommy Maher, for 20 years on the paper. They knew him long years before anyone—even himself, perhaps—had dreamed that he was a man of destiny and bound for the White House. It was a sorrowful pilgrimage, this pilgrimage of the boys of the Star, and there was not a dry eye among them when they finally emerged from the simple little sitting room. Not only Ohioans were represented among the myriad friends of Warren Harding in Marion today. Those who came to bid him halt and farewell came from many places. Among them was Henry Ford, whose political possibilities as president have been much discussed of late. Mr. Ford and President Harding were warm personal friends. There was Thomas A. Edison, the aged inventor, and Harvey S. Firestone, the tire manufacturer. These men for years have gone camping together and on one of their trips the president was a distinguished guest and fellow camper. John Burroughs, the venerable and delightful naturalist, who was also one of the annual campers, has already gone to his long sleep. By 11:30 o'clock the line of people down Center-st. from the home where the body lay, had grown to such enormous proportions that it became certain all of them could not pass thru the little sitting room in The republican state committee was called into session here and a resolution adopted and sent to Mrs. Harding, stating: "He was a great exemplar of these cardinal virtues—patience, humility, courage and love for his fellow men." At 2:15 o'clock the funeral cortex began forming in front of the residence. As fast as the cars were filled they were rent down the street and halted until the line could be formed in its entirety. The casket left the house at 2:20. Mrs. Harding appeared calm and collected as she emerged from the house on arm of Secretary Christian. She rode in, the mournful procession in the fifth machine behind the hearse. The first four cars carried President Coolidge, ex-president Taft and the honorary pall bearers. Preceded by a naval petty officer carrying the flag-draped in black, the sorrowful pageant got under way our mile long journey to the cemetery. Threatening clouds came up as it moved off down the street. Thousands of people lined the curbs from the house to the cemetery. Just before the great gates of the vault closed Mrs. Hardinger entered it alone. She stayed but a moment and then reappeared. She was tearful but controlled. President Coolidge also entered alone for a moment. He emerged grave of face and then quietly the mourning party broke up and went to their respective cars. Mrs. Harding returned to the Harding home. She will depart at 7 p.m. to return to Washington. Tagging All the Bases The Giants used 20 men in 15 innings to make 17 hits and eight errors, but the Cardinals made one more run and won 13 to 12, in a protracted nightmare. Thirty-seven athletes took part in the pastime, featured by 12 errors. George Burns socked the Red Sox into a 1 to 3 decision over the Browns with a triple and two doubles off Shocker. Turned inside out by the pitching of Genewich, the Reds finished second to the Braves, 1 to 0, Rixey also responding with a natty performance. It was the Reds' sixth straight defeat. The Athletics made merry at the expenses of the White Sox, punishing five pitchers for a 21 to 5 victory. The Tigers won as they pleased from the Yanks 11 to 3, taking liberties with the pitching of Hoyt and Mays. Heilmann kept .003 of a point in front of Ruth in the batting race by getting two hits. The elderly Mr. Adams pitched the Pirates into a six to two verdict over the Dodgers, neither Dickerman nor Decatur having anything but the desire. aged inventor, and Harvey S. Firestone, the tire manufacturer. These men for years have gone camping together and on one of their trips the president was a distinguished guest and fellow camper. John Burroughs the venerable and delightful naturalist, who was also one of the annual campers, has already gone to his long sleep. By 11:30 o'clock the line of people down Center-st. from the home where the body lay, had grown to such enormous proportions that it became certain all of them could not pass thru the little sitting room in the Harding home before the appointed hour for closing the casket at 1 o'clock. The station and the Harding home are approximately a mile apart, both fronting on Center-st., and at 11:30 o'clock the line extended clear from the home to the station, with the people packed six and seven abreast in a perspiring line. The sun was hot and the air humid. What disposition to make of the perspiring throng was a problem for those in charge of arrangements, for it seemed utterly impossible for those in the rear to even get close to the modest little home of Dr. Harding. Incoming trains were constantly bringing hundreds and thousands to swell the crowd and at noon it was estimated that more than 50,000 people had come into this town to almost double its population. The late arrivals simply joined on the rear end of the line. Hotels and eating establishments were crowded and unable to care for the visitors. Boy Scouts and volunteer workers went up and down the line with huge buckets of ice water. Near the Harding home the street was kept clear by national guardsmen. Only cats bringing distinguished guests or officers or accredited newspaper correspondents were permitted to go thru. Meanwhile, the tiny yard of the home was choked with a multitude of floral offerings that early outgrew the dimensions of the Harding property and lapped over into adjoining yards. Shortly before noon a local florist's wagon drove up and deposited a six-foot, ornately contrived cross of flaming red flowers on which was worked in white "K. K. K." 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