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NORTH SHORE BREWZE Gnd Reminder 8 
Faces, Just Faces 
f ' (Seen from the Ranks) 
N a broad sunlit avenue we waited expectantly. Past 
‘the end of our avenue and up the wide human-walled 
street swung line on line of marchers, their ranks a flow- 
ing river ot red, white and blue. Boston and New Eng- 
land was voicing a plea for all America to arm for de- 
fense. A company of uniformed school boys swept by us 
with vigorous stride, headed by a military band. Our 
gaze wandered to their faces, earnest and determined. A 
line of high-hatted, erect gentlemen with stolid counten- 
ance passed us; double ranks of serious-faced clergymen 
drifted by, then came our orders to “fall in.” Our drum- 
mers began their rhythmic tapping and we got under way. 
In a moment our tributary rivulet of men aad been swept 
into the current and we were a part of the greatest pat- 
‘riotic demonstration in the history of Boston. 
At first our only thought was of our part in the 
mighty spectacle, but after a self-conscious moment our 
eyes were lifted to the tnrongs massed on either side >f 
the line of march. The sense of our magnitude had over- 
powered us, but as we moved between the masses of hu- 
manity on either side our importance dwindled and we 
became conscious of other things.- To our right, our left 
and overhead fluttered red, white and blue. Packed n 
the sidewalks so densely that their faces blended into « 
wall of white, rising higher on fence, piazza and from 
every window and even Toot, they stared at us. And as 
we passed along these faces and eyes told us something 
which their lips did not. ‘Their lips were silent, but in 
the massed faces we read a story. 
Far ahead of us was the gilded dome of the State 
House. We were now passing through that part of Boston 
known the land over as the center of culture, of learning ; 
-as the first home of what there is of an American aris- 
tocracy. It was here that the early settlers, who had 
prospered, built their mansions in the early days and it 
was here that their descendants lived and died and still 
live, and the faces told us this. 
A few minutes marching and we were abreast the 
color-wrapped platform where an erect, black-coated fiz- 
ure stood in bold relief against a background of brilliaat 
uniforms and gay bunting. Our flags dipped; we were 
saluting our Governor. Here was a face that stood out 
all alone from that vast multitude. It was a smooth smi!- 
ing face and somehow it seemed to gleam with pride as we 
saluted. Then miles and miles of Panes white, thin sarcas- 
tic faces; pink and white pacifist faces which smiled pity- 
ingly down upon us. Faces whicn peered with mild in- 
terest or enthusiastic admiration from the shop windows 
as we passed into the trading center of the city. Faces 
whitened by the confinement of indoor service looked 
calmly at us and beyond us as we swung along. We were 
in a narrower street now and lofty buildings on either’ 
side of us again brought home the striking similarity of 
our throng to a mighty river flowing through the deptus 
of some immense cafion. And here again was that same 
wall of faces; only different faces. ‘These looked on us 
from above and told us where we were. ‘These were the 
faces of men of business, of money and affairs. They 
stood out above the sidewalk throng like rocky crags 
above the bowlders at the base of the cafion. 
We soon flowed with the current into another an. 
different course. Our wall of faces thinned out for the 
moment and the windows were not so crowded. The 
buildings were not so elegant and the faces had a differ- 
ent look. There was real expression in the faces that 
watched us. Below them were broad shoulders and grimy 
clothing,—but the faces, strong and reliant. And they 
too smiled, but the smiles were all of approval. They told 
us that these, too, were men of affairs—affairs of horse3, 
whips and sundry heavy loads. 
A turn in our course and the crowds grew dense 
again; and what crowds! Not silent stony-faced crowds, 
but bright-eyed, smiling, cheering crowds that stood with 
bared heads when our flag went by and cheered us. Their 
swarthy cheeks and coal black hair and eyes told us that 
even 1f they might some day join us in the defense of Old 
Glory their sires, and perhaps they themselves, were not 
born beneath its protecting folds. We were in the foreign 
quarter. We left them and we felt uplifted. 
More faces and faces. Then we came to the edge of 
the big Common. Sunburned and tanned faces, sporting 
pleased grins, told us that our friends from the country 
were there to see us. A repetition of faces and expres- 
sions we had seen near the golden dome told us we were 
nearing the end. Smiling faces and fluttering handker- 
chiefs from long lines of automobiles, daintily gowned 
women and trimly clad men informed us we were ai 
our dispersing point. Faces, just faces, but they told us 
much. 
CopLéy THeatrre, Boston. are massed in tremendously dramatic tion takes place at one o’clock and 
: situations. while dancing of Pav- the trenches, “with eats,’ rill be 
Anna Pavlowa, the incompaiable Na eal cha LoS ak ay at A a Paes cries aT os rel oe wa 
Russian danseuse and pantomimist /owa, and her Ballet Russe, running ady ccupancy by 6 o’clock. 
with her entire Russian Ballet and through the story, is most beautifu: } Teo 
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500 other characters, can now be seen 0d entrancing. 
Letters remaining unclaimed at the 
in the marvellous photo play, “The tit Pato e ies tia On for babids 
Dumb Girl of Portici” at the Copley Press Cus. ending June 1, 1916: J. B. Christie, 
Theatre, Dartmouth street, Boston. Horace H. Atherton, S. S., (Salem Miss Jean Howard, A. S. ‘Howe, 
The film, the first and only one ever 
made by this world famous danseuse 
is acknowledged to be the most lavish 
a. ee 
production ever filmed in the entire 
history of moving pictures.. The film 
cost more than a quarter of a million 
dollars and more than 3000 peop! 
were concerned in its production 
There are some goo different scenes 
in many of which hundreds of people 
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ed in red ink on a bag. 
and Saugus) has issued the order for 
the mobilization of the Essex County 
Press at the Merrimack Valley Coun- 
try club, Methuen, on Friday, June 
16. Hon. Horace says the principal 
business. of the day will be the elec- 
tion of a regular president in leu of 
the “present punitive expedition in 
that regard.” The invitation is print- 
The mobiliza- 
Rey. Marie Agatha Jesus, P. Johnson, 
Frank Knox, John Markoe, Rev. E. 
A, Martel, J. D. Maine, Emlyn Mit- 
chell, Edmund M.. Rideout, Mrs. 
Walter Reed, Miss Anastacia Red- 
mond, FE. R. Sears, United States 
Mtg. & Trust Co., O. Zouk . 
Taxi—Phone Manchester 290. ad7. 
Taxi—Phone Manchester 200. adv 
