D.E. Norman and Kenneth Bellups.

"The Police Band was at the front of the line of march, but it was
a more famous band that provided the music to which the Black
Buddies stepped northward and under the Arch of Victory--the
wonderful jazz organization of Lieut. Jimmie Europe, the one
colored commissioned officer of the regiment. But it wasn't jazz
that started them off. It was the historic Marche du Regiment de
Sambre et Meuse, which has been France's most popular parade piece
since Napoleon's day. As rendered now it had all the crash of bugle
fanfares which is its dominant feature, but an additional
undercurrent of saxaphones and basses that put a new and more
peppery tang into it.

"One hundred strong, and the proudest band of blowers and pounders
that ever reeled off marching melody--Lieut. Jimmie's boys lived
fully up to their reputation. Their music was as sparkling as the
sun that tempered the chill day.

"Four of their drums were instruments which they had captured from
the enemy in Alsace, and ma-an, what a beating was imposed upon
those sheepskins! 'I'd very much admire to have them bush Germans
a-watchin' me today!' said the drummer before the march started.
The Old 15th doesn't say 'Boche' when it refers to the foe it beat.
'Bush' is the word it uses, and it throws in 'German' for good
measure.

"Twenty abreast the heroes marched through a din that never ceased.
They were as soldierly a lot as this town, now used to soldierly
outfits, has ever seen. They had that peculiar sort of half
careless, yet wholly perfect, step that the French display. Their
lines were straight, their rifles at an even angle, and they moved
along with the jaunty ease and lack of stiffness which comes only
to men who have hiked far and frequently.

"The colored folks on the official stand cut loose with a wild,
swelling shriek of joy as the Police Band fell out at 60th Street
and remained there to play the lads along when necessary and
when--now entirely itself--the khaki-clad regiment filling the
street from curb to curb, stepped by.

"Colonel Hayward, with his hand at salute, turned and smiled
happily as he saw his best friend, former Governor Whitman,
standing with his other good friend, Governor Al Smith, with their
silk tiles rais