ren. Taxies
brought up those whose fortunes, perhaps, were not of such
amplitude. Hansoms and hacks conveyed still others, and one party
came in a plumber's wagon, its women members all bundled up in
shawls and blankets against the cold, but grinning delightedly as
the whole stand applauded.

"Children by the thousands lined the east side of the avenue--Boy
Scouts and uniformed kids and little girls with their school books
under their arms, and they sang to the great delight of the crowd.

"Just why it was that when Governor Smith and former Governor
Whitman and Acting Mayor Moran and the other reviewers appeared
behind a cavalcade of mounted policemen, the youngsters struck up
that army classic, "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning," no
one could tell, but it gave the reviewers and the crowd a laugh.

"With the state and city officials were the members of the Board of
Aldermen, the Board of Estimate, Major Gen. Thomas J. Barry, Vice
Admiral Albert Gleaves, Secretary of State, Francis Hugo; Rodman
Wannamaker and--in a green hat and big fur coat--William Randolph
Hearst. Secretary Baker of the War Department was unable to attend,
but he did the next best thing and sent his colored assistant,
Emmett J. Scott.

"The reviewers arrived at 11:30 and had a good long wait, for at
that time the paraders had not yet left 23rd Street. But what with
the singing, and the general atmosphere of joyousness about the
stand, there was enough to occupy everyone's time.

"There was one feature which took the eye pleasingly--the number
of babies which proud mothers held aloft, fat pickaninnies, mostly
in white, and surrounded by adoring relatives. These were to see
(and be seen by) their daddies for the first time. Laughingly, the
other day, Col. Bill Hayward spoke of 'our boys' posthumous
children,' and said he thought there were quite a few of them.

"'Some of our boys had to go away pretty quickly,' he reminisced.
'Some of them were only married about twenty minutes or so.'

"'O Colonel!' said the modest Major Little on that occasion.

"'Well, maybe it was a trifle longer than twenty minutes,' admitted
Bill. But anyhow, there was the regiment's posthumous children in
the stand.

"It was 11:26 when the old 15th stepped away from 23rd Street and