ONE OF THE MOST NOTED PICTURES OF THE RESURRECTION.
From the painting by Plockhorst.
We lot Hier Mecca
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How Little Was Aingtonians Disport,
Themyrelves on Easter Monday.
Of all the days in the year there
is none more dear to the hearts of
the children of Washingtor City than
the day after Easter. For days be-
fore it comes there are joyful antici-
pations and many conferences.among
friends, as well as hopes and fear re-
garding the weather. Usually there
is not much to be feared from incle-
ment weather, as at that season the
little ones have their hearts’ desire,
the “weather man” seemingly being
on their side. There are venturesome
ones who would go anyway, and these
are easy in their minds, but the ones
who would have to stay at home were
the weather unfavorable eagerly scan
the sky at night and ask many times
what the probabilities are for the
morrow.
When the auspicious morning
dawns sparkling eyes are wide open
to greet its first appearance, and then
there is hardly-repressed impatience
until the time comes to start for their
Mecca—the “White Lot.” As in the
olden time it was said that “All roads
led to Rome,” so at this time it can
be truly said that all streets, avenues
and cars lead to the “White Lot.”
From early morning until the sha-
dows of declining day warn all that
night is near there is a constant
stream of men, women and children,
of all shades, and all conditions in
life, with their happy faces set in one
direction. All are happy, and all are
equal on this one day at least. There
are no poor at this time—every child
has a mine of wealth untold in the
basket or box he carries. No matter
what his circumstances at other
times, now he has what every other
child has—dyed eggs to roll over the
velvety slopes of the President’s back
yard.
IN THE PRESIDENT’S B. CK YARD
It is an ideal spot where the an-
nual festival is held. In thc days
when the south side of the Executive
ECCE HOMO.
By J. Beraud.
Mansion was the front this was the
lawn over which rolled stately car-
riages, or where men mighty in the
affairs of the Nation took a stroll if
they chose. Now that the entrance
is on the opposite side, this lawn is
seldom used, except in the summer,
when the concerts are given by the
Marine 3and.
It is just the place for egg-rolling.
There are lovely grassy knolls, close-
the clouds, the magnificent monument
erected to the memory of him for
whom the capital city was named.
On either side are substantial
buildings of the Government, while
beyond, and surrounding them, is the
busy, bustling city, al. life and ac-
tivity.
HOW THE CHILDREN ENJOY THE
SPORT.
One who has never witnessed the
sport of egg-rolling cannot realize
how much enjoyment there is to be
had from it. Local historians do not
say when the time-honored custom
began, but it is remembered by many
when the Capitol grounds were used
for it. There were long, grassy ter-
races and the school children gath-
ered upon them, set the gaudy objects
to rolling, then gathered themselves
into a ball and followed themselves,
to the detriment not only of their
clothes, but of the grass.
Some hard-hearted person or per-
sons stopped this, and after a while
one who will ever hold a sacred place
in the hearts of the children sug-
gested and obtained the “White Lot”
for the annual sport.
The children sit or stand in squads,
as suits their convenience, and the
gayly-colored eggs are started on
their downward course, turning over
and over and gaining momentum with
each revolution, until they reach the
bottom in safety, or, having struck
another in its downward flight, is
broken or dashed to pieces.
The children rush away to recover
the spoils, and when the egg is re-
stored to its rightful owner the feast
begins, and preparation is made for
next day’s headache—but no matter
about that; all are happy for this day
at least.
Over on the west side, opposite the
War, State and Navy building, there
is a study in brown—or, rather in
black and white—for there are gath-
ered all shades of the most rollicking,
happiest, laughing, chattering mem-
bers of humanity to be found in all
the world. They come and go on the
lawn in small groups or singly, but
the majority seem to have sought out
this long, shady slope, and appro-
priated it as their own, and here they
play unmolested.
It is an orderly crowd, and this is
0 be wondered at when it is taken
into consideration that not less than
fifteen thousand children spend the
day together.
Policemen find that there is noth-
ing to do but watch the sport. It is
seldom that a tiny tot is lost. Some-
times one strays away, but he is soon
restored to his anxious guardian.
Parents and nurses accompany the
majority of the little ones, and they,
too, enter into the pleasures of the
day with.a vim, and get out of them
ruch enjoyment.
THE CROWNING JOY.
The crowning joy is when the Ma-
rine Band, dressed in scarlet coats,
EGG ROLLING ON THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN.
ly mown green slopes, giant old oaks,
rearing their stately heads far above
the surrounding piles of brick and
stone; spashing fountains, over the
rims of which the light-hearted chil-
dren look at their mirrored faces,
and flowers iu abundance every-
where.
To the south, like a huge silver-
coated monster, with its shimmering,
sinuous folds, gliding between the
green-clad hills of Maryland and the
fertile fields of Virginia, is the beau-
tiful and historic Potomac.
Nearer, rises, stately and white,
with its glistening capstone almost in
which seem to vie with the gayly-
colored tulips nodding in their beds
close by, strikes up a popular air and
continues to play until the time to go
home.
When the strains of ‘“Hail to the
Chief” are heard it is the signal for
wild and enthusiastic cheering, for
all know that the Chief Magistrate of
the Nation has come out on the
portico to watch the children. He is
usually accompanied by his wife and
a number of his official family.# The
children are made happy by nods,
smiles and friendly recognition with
a wave of the hand.
At last “The Star Spangled Bane
ner” is struck up, and the children
know that their happy day is at an
end, for that is the last number
played, and is the signal to disperse.
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EUGENE GEARY.
The Establishment of Easter.
“The festival of Easter is to be cel-
ebrated on the Sunday following the
first full moon after the beginning of
spring.”
Therefore, if the moon becomes
full upon the day on which spring
begins, the Sunday after the next full
moon is, of course, indicated by the
directions of the council as Easter
day... And if the moon becomes full
on a Sunday, the next Sunday, sim-
ilarly, must be Easter Sunday.
The history of this controversy re-
specting the date of Easter which the
Nicaean council happily settled, in-
cludes a number of diverting anec-
dotes based upon the disinclination
of different people to accept even the
council’s ruling.
A story is told of a European of
prominence who celebrated Easter
every year on the very same day on
which his wife celebrated Palm Sun-
day. Another story is told of a de-
vout old couple in Germany who re-
fused to abide by a new church de-
cree relative to Easter. The decree
altered the date, and on the day on
which they had always attended the
Easter services the old people walked
from their home to the church. They
found the church closed and no Eas-
ter service in progress. The old gen-
tleman beat upon the door with his
stout stick, and demanded admit-
tance, and when there was no re-
sponse from the uninhabited church
the old people retraced their steps to
celebrate Easter at home.
Naturally the most magnificent
and imposing celebration of Easter is
that which takes place in St. Peter’s
at Rome.—Gerald Austen, in the Pil-
grim.
In Papal Rome.
In Rome before the days of disa-
greement between Church and State
the ceremonies marking the Easter
festival were elaborate in the ex-
treme. Travelers of all religions
flocked to Rome. The Pope was
borne from the Vatican to St. Peter’s
on a litter supported on the shoul-
ders of men, his vestments ablaze
with jewels and gold, with his triple
crown on his head and attendants
waving great fans of peacock and os-
trich feathers.
The vast basilica, which during
Holy Week had been shrouded in
gloom, was ablaze with lights and
gorgeous with decorations. After
the celebration of Mass in the church,
which was crowded with people, His
Holiness stepped out on a balcony to
bless the crowd filling the portico.
As he raised his hands in blessing the
vast concourse fell upon its knees,
and at the end of the benediction a
~{ great murmur arose, cannon were
fired and bells rung. In the evening
the great dome of St. Peter’s was
illuminated with strings of lanterns,
the task of hanging which was ex-
ceedingly perilous and frequently re-
sulted in the loss of life,
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Women Hunters.
It is hard to say how far Roose
velt’s African hunting trip and the
notoriety that has surrounded it are
responsible, but big game hunting in
Africa seems to be enjoying a boom,
and women as well as men have fallen
under the spell. Mrs. Maldwin Drum-
mond, formerly Mrs. Marshall Field,
of Chicago, is one of the most recent
recruits to the jungle. Her husband
is rated one of the wealthiest of all
the South African millionaires, and in
former seasons Mrs. Drummond's
beautiful residence in Carlton House
Terrace has been a center of the seas
son’s gayeties. But now Mrs. Drum-
mond has turned her back on the
drawing rooms and the ball rooms
and set her face toward the veldt,
and already she is on her way to South
Africa. She and her husband will
start in from the south, trekking from
Rhodesia up to the Victoria falls and
thence, if all goes well, pushing for-
ward through country almost unex-
plored until they reach British Central
Africa and Uganda, the hunting
grounds of Roosevelt.—New York
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Separation of the Sexes.
The separation of the sexes seems
| to’ have been formerly by no means
an uncommon practice in the Church
of England. In fact, Edward VI.s
prayer book specially mentions that
at the communion service ‘the men
shall tarry on one side and the wom-
en on the other.” The papers of a
church in Westmoreland includes
elaborate directions for the division
of the sexes at its services. All wed-
ded men were to be placed first be-
fore any of the young men, and all
young wives were to “forbear and
come not at their mother-inlaw’s
forms’ —this was presumably before
the days of the pew—*“as long as their
moteeinlaw lives.”—IL.ondon Chron-
icle.
WHAT'S THE USE
Sticking to a Habit When It Means
Discomfort?
Old King Coffee knocks subjects
out tolerably flat at times, and there is
no possible doubt of what did it. A
Mich. woman gives her experience:
“I used to have liver trouble near
ly all of the time and took medicine
which relieved me only for a little
while. Then every once in a while I
would be suddenly doubled up with
an awful agony in my stomach. It
seemed as though every time I took a
breath I would die. No one could
suffer any more and live.
“Finally I got down so sick with
catarrh of the stomach that I could
not turn over in bed, and my stomach
did not digest even milk. The doctor
finally told me that if I did not give
up drinking coffee I would surely die,
but I felt I could not give it up.
“However, Husband brought home
"a package of Postum and it was made
strictly according to directions. It
was the only thing that would stay on
my stomach, and I soon got so I liked
it very much.
“Gradually I began to get better,
and week by week gained in strength
and health. Now I am in perfect con-
dition, and I am convinced that the
whole cause of my trouble was coffee
drinking, and my getting better was
due to leaving off coffee and taking
Postum,
“A short time ago I tasted some
coffee and found, to my astonishment,
that I did not care anything about it.
I never have to take medicine any
more. I hope you will use this letter
for the benefit of those suffering from
the poisonous effects of coffee.”
Read the little book, ‘The Road to
Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a Rea-
son.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.