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Clipping: "Looking In on Washington With Jackson"
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Looking In on Washington With Jackson By H. C. L. JACKSON (This is the first of three columns reflecting Mr. Jackson's reactions to the Arlington National Cemetery. The second, "Above the Goal," will appear Wednesday.--The Editor). Where Warriors Rest Washington, Sept. 12.--If it should ever be that you are tired to the bone of bickerings and politics and clap-trap patriots, it might be good to stroll, of a sunny Sunday morning, in Arlington National Cemetery. A place, it is, where warriors can rest. And a place where the living, too, can rest. Arlington Cemetery is so much more than gravestones standing eternally at attention; so much more than gracious slopes and maple trees and gently curving roads; so much more than--just a place to see. Arlington is calm after the storm; the furling of the banners in the dusk; a place where anyone must feel the lift of courage, and its aftermath.... We went there this morning for an hour or two. We stayed five hours, and will go back again. You walk along and Yesterday, dim and in part forgot, in that place of the dead, lives again. The Confederates A man and a woman were standing near the monument that remembers the Maine disaster. "Pardon me, sir," we said, "but can you tell me where the Confederate soldiers are buried?" His voice was of the Older South as he replied: "You go, Suh, just up the hill, past the Army Nurses and the Rough Riders. It's a big bronze monument." He hesitated. "Mah father's there, Suh....It's a restful place." Inscription We went past
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Looking In on Washington With Jackson By H. C. L. JACKSON (This is the first of three columns reflecting Mr. Jackson's reactions to the Arlington National Cemetery. The second, "Above the Goal," will appear Wednesday.--The Editor). Where Warriors Rest Washington, Sept. 12.--If it should ever be that you are tired to the bone of bickerings and politics and clap-trap patriots, it might be good to stroll, of a sunny Sunday morning, in Arlington National Cemetery. A place, it is, where warriors can rest. And a place where the living, too, can rest. Arlington Cemetery is so much more than gravestones standing eternally at attention; so much more than gracious slopes and maple trees and gently curving roads; so much more than--just a place to see. Arlington is calm after the storm; the furling of the banners in the dusk; a place where anyone must feel the lift of courage, and its aftermath.... We went there this morning for an hour or two. We stayed five hours, and will go back again. You walk along and Yesterday, dim and in part forgot, in that place of the dead, lives again. The Confederates A man and a woman were standing near the monument that remembers the Maine disaster. "Pardon me, sir," we said, "but can you tell me where the Confederate soldiers are buried?" His voice was of the Older South as he replied: "You go, Suh, just up the hill, past the Army Nurses and the Rough Riders. It's a big bronze monument." He hesitated. "Mah father's there, Suh....It's a restful place." Inscription We went past
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