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To the general ignorance of the crowd the little black group of marchers probably owed their safety - On it went mingling with the joyous one, this silent steady dark funereal group Now come more flags more beautiful girls more horns more tin plate cymbals more dancing cans.  At the flag pole above me an officer in uniform in a group of girls begins to toot upon a tin fife--Boring little homely tunes he pipes the shrill little music barely cutting through the din of the paraders.  But he kept at it and at intervals one would catch from the little pipe [[strikethrough]] drafts [[/strikethrough]] bits of such tunes as "Dixie" "Yankee Doodle" "Over There" etc.  Out of the crowd comes rushing a sailor with a woman squeezing after him in pursuit.  As she frees [[strikethrough] h [[/strikethrough]] herself she she throws upon his neck and kisses him then straightaway pushes for another sailor nearby.  At this all the girls nearby look on astonished.  A young officer coming along in the line looks up to a pretty girl standing on the flag pole base near the fifer and he crooks his finger beckoning and says "Come down here."  half bashfully

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the girl blushes the officer goes on smiling.  Many are the kisses bestowed and stolen in the crowd the joyous crowd - All the time the rain of paper pours down.  Here comes a procession of High School boys & heres one chap bent over with a heavy tight packed satchel on his shoulder.  And on the satchel written large in white letters is -- "Arsenic for the Kaiser"  In the procession I see Douglas Volk the artist and later Eliot Clark with other Salmagundians looking rather rakish full of smiles hat tilted cane hanging from arm swaggering laughing.  On they came the happy people.  On on.  all order all courtesy all good cheer.  A tall German looking big man stands near us beaming.  He looks not unlike Pershing - He cautiously removes his hat & mutters ecstatically.  The crowd presse on back & forth.  A group of girls in [[/strikethough]] widows [[strikethrough/]] weeds of mourning march under a ^[[insert]] black [[/insert]] umbrella marked "Going to the Kaisers funeral.