REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIRST! I T was not the parade In itself-in its appeal to the eye, magnifi­cent as it was, at that-it was the significance of it. On September 17, 1918, the battle of St. Mihiel was on: September 17, 1919, the men v ho took part in that fight were march­ing up Pannsylvana avenue, in the last great parade marking the end of the greatest war in the world, acclaimed world heroes by the worshiping thou­sands who flung red roses of victory at their feet. Do you remember the battle of St. Mihiel? Do you remember how the war maps looked in the papers each evening, showing the ever narrowing pocket 1 Do you remember watching it every night on the map, watching the pocket grow tighter and tighter, slowly choking the enemy, surrounding him, pushing h!m back, back until one night you dis­covered the line was straight and you exclaimed: "Jove! Bless the boys!" and found yourself wiping your glasses? These are the men who straightened that line-some of them. They were not all there-in the flesh. Did you no­tice the riderless horses? They were significant, too-those horses bearing empty saddles. Not only were they the envoys of their gallant riders, but they were the personification of the great sacrifice at which victory was bought! You who have looked upon the tri­umphant, marching 1st Division with Elack Jack Pershing riding like a bronze centaur at its head, have looked upon a thing greater than you know: j'ou have seen the flower of a great army of the people, that fought, not to maintain the power of kings, nor for ag­grandizement, nor for power, but for the common weal. Fought so that you and I might stand carefree and joyous in the throng on Pennsylvania avenue, watch­ing them come and come and come, triumphant, vctorious. How would you have felt if those tramping legions had been an occupying enemy force? Do you remember the story Richard Harding Davis wrote - about the occupation of Brussels by the Germans in 1914? It was a very vivid story. He watched them from a win­dow In the American embassy. How ' after hour they passed, the steady tramp of their heavy feet growing dull" on the ear, column after column as fas? as the eye could see, pouring into Bel­gium's capital. You may Jiave thought of this as you watched our men go by. If you did, you were rather solemn in your contempla­tion, and your threat may have been un­ashamedly tight for a moment ana >cur eyes misty. These boys ransomed your home and mine. They should mean more to you than well drilled marching soldiers, because they mean everythin-everything that you and I hold dear, home, love, work, freedom, joy. Give thanks, then, for that gallant 1st Division, as it personifies the United States fighting forces, and for the capacities of its great leader, who made their achievement possible, and keep in mind that fair September day of ISid. Ii will help you to live greatly, and tn the full years that are to come, when tire blessings of a peaceful and prosper ous land are upon you, remember the Fighting First, as they moved up the - Averse under the blue sky and the trees the flags, swinging khakf m far as tfea eye could see, their bayonet flashleg l&e silver in the sun. WINIFRED CARR CITIZEN SOLDIERS PASS ALONG HISTORIC WAY. With head erect and eyes to the front, the citizen soldiers passed along historij Pennsylvania avenue to be reviewed at the Ellipse by the President, .f section of the line of march is shown passing the District Building With the Postoffice Department tower in the background.