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Roosevelt Is Buried In Hyde Park Estate (Continued from Page One) the grave was Brig. Gen. Elliot Roosevelt, the second son, on th< left. Mrs. Roosevelt, her face wan anc drawn, its pallor contrasting wit! her black attire, was on Elliott: right. Next to her was the onlj daughter, Anna, and her husband Col. John Boettiger. Behind them were the daugh ters-in-law—wives of the boys whc are all in service. Behind them stood President and Mrs. Truman, taking an inconspicuous role in a moment in history reserved for the dead, rather than for the liv ing- , ' "All the Father giveth Me shall come to Me,’’ the Rev. Mr. An thony said. A lone plane circling above al most drowned his words as he declared, that unti Almighty God "we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” There was a stirring ( in the erowd. "Blessed are the dead who die In the Lord,” the rector intoned. “Lord, have mercy upon us. Christ, have mercy upon us. Lord, have mercy upon us.” The pastor repeated the words of the Lord’s Prayer. Elliott’* lips moved with birr;. The services followed the ordi nary Episcopal buried rites for the dead. There were no words of eulogy, only the' Word of God. Near its conclusion, the Rev. Mr. Anthony recited the poem written by John Ellerton in 1870: “Now the laborer’s tack is o’er; now the battle-day is past.” "Father, in thy gracious keep ing we now leave thy servant sleeping,” the rector continued. The services were brief. They were over at 10:45. The flag which Mrs. Roosevelt clutched tightly was handed to Elliott, and the family filed out. President Truman left for the village station in Hyde Park, fol lowed by the other dignitaries present, to return to Washington on the special train. Mrs. Roosevelt and other mem bers of the family walked out slowly, and went to the manor house. Several onlookers reached earth ward to pick up a few souvenirs, including some empty shells drop ped from the saluting cadet rifles. Members of the Cabinet, Su preme Court and Senate and House then filed through the tall hem lock hedge opening, each taking a final glance at the flower-bank ed graveside. President and Mrs. Truman, : Mrs. Roosevelt and Washington officials left Hyde Park by special train for Washington, little more than three hours after they ar 1 rived here. The Rev. Mr. Anthony went to the tiny Church of St. James, where the President had been senior warden. There 300 sor rowing villagers paid tribute to their neighbor at a memorial ser vice. The church was crowded. Men arid women knelt in the aisles. But the one pew was empty—the one in which Mr. Roosevelt used to sit. All about the old ivy-covered church were memories. There was his pew; there the -grave-yard where his mother and father he beside a son of the President who died in infancy; there the stained glass window dedicated to the memory of James Roosevelt, the President’s father. Many shed tears as they sang the words of one of his favorite hymns: “O Master, Help Me Bear the Strain of Toil. The Fret Of Care.” __ _.,.V>nn +V\o nnndrocfa. tion stood in tribute to the flag and sang the National Anthem. The Rev. Mr. Anthony read from Mr. Roosevelt’s favorite Biblical passage: A . . . and now abideth faith, hope, and charity, but the greatest of these is chari ty.” “I know of no other man among the world’s leaders who would be so universally lamented,” the white-bearded minister said in his sermon, broadsast over N. B. C. “He is as truly a casualty of the war as any member of the armed forces ... He was a great lover of mankind. “Now he is at rest in the com munity which he loved. “He has come back home.” A special train, rolling north ward from Washington through the night, brought the late Chief Ex ecutive s body to Hyde Park, Thousands of plain people of the towns and cities through which it passed stood for hours in the night to bid a reverent, sad fare well. Aboard the train were the high est officials of a nation which Franklin Roosevelt had served through trying years of peace and war. . The man who picked up the reins oi Government which Mr. Roosevelt dropped so suddenly, President Harry S. Truman, was there. So were the Cabinet, the Supreme Court, the family and dozens of friends. Shortly before 9 a. m. (EWT), the train came to a stop beside the Hudson river. As a lad, Mr. Rooselvelt had sailed its waters in summer and skimmed its ice in winter. The casket, still covered by the flag it wore at State funeral ser vices at the White House yester day, was lifted from the rear car of the train by men in uniform. Slowly it was taken up the steep, twisting road leading from the river to the wooded slope at the rear of the Roosevelt estate. Plaintively, Mr. Roosevelt had spoken many times of a yearning to return to the ancestral lands he loved. Every inch of that had. been a delight to him. Every neighbor for miles he knew by first name. But retirement to the life of 4 country squire had been denied him. He had died Thursday of a cerebral hemorrhage at his ‘oth er home,” at Warm Springs, Ga. Even as he accepted nomination for a third term in 1940, Mr. Roose velt had declared it would have been his personal preference to leave public life. Again last year, in agreeing to run for a fourth term, he had voiced a longing to go back to Hyde Park as a private citizen. He had seen war coming and then had watched it break in all its fury. If America felt it needed his services, he felt it his duty to give them. Today there were services of another kind, for him alone—Epis copal burial services, read by the elderly rector of the ivy-clad village church of which he was sen ior warden. The casket was borne to Wash ington’s Union Station late last night in a plain black hearse. Thou sands of residents of a still stun ned Capital stood bare-headed along the route. As it was placed aboard the train, an Army band played the National Anthem. And, as a guard of honor of four men from the armed forces took their places, the music of a well-loved hymn, ‘‘Rock Of Ages,” spread through the warm night. Stiffly braced against the lurch ing of the train, the honor detail stood guard for two hours. Then four other men took over, for two more hours. The shades were upon every win dow at the rear of the train so the people could se in. This time, there was no blackout for security rea sons. At Poughkeepsie, seat of Mr. Roosevelt’s home county, boy and girl Scouts at salute lined the sta tion -platforms and men doffed their hats as the train rolled past. Already waiting at Hyde Park was another special train that had brought members of Congress, oth er dignitaries and a large delega tion of the press. The wildflowers of spring were blooming in the swampy lowlands along the river and a brook rippled quietly down the hillside as the cas ket was borne the half mile to the Roosevelt garden, between the family home and the Franklin D. Roosevelt library. A mound of flowers, truckloads of them, had been built to the north of the grave. There were offerings from everywhere— from General Dwight D. Eisephower, from Cuba, from Bermuda—lillies, roses, car nations, and new blossoms of spring. Along the 15-foot hedge, 400 feet long and 200 feet wide, stood ranks of soldiers, sailors and Marines. Employes on the estate, friends from the village and wives of mili tary officers participating in the service stood in knots to the north of the grave. They conversed in hushed tones. A tiny girl sobbed. Prime Minister MacKenzie King of Canada, a Harvard classmate of Mr. Roosevelt, wore the only top hat among those inside the green-walled enclosure. A delegation from the Senate and House filed in two by two at 9:30 a.m. and took its place on the west, alongside the members of the Supreme Court and Cabinet. The White House staff was on the east. The burial plot itself was toward the southeast comer of the quar ter-acre garden. A chill was in the air in the early morning, but a bright sun in a cloudless sky soon warmed the early arrivals. MacKer/zie King had brought with him a wreath. As the mourn ers gathered about the burial plot, awaiting the service, he careful ly unwrapped the wreath, left his coat and hat with Secretary of State Stettinius and walked alone to the grave. He stood a moment, then quickly dropped the flowers at the grave-side and returned to stand with Stettinius and towering Bernard Baruch. Three small boxes of eartl} from Haiti, Cuba and the Dominican Republic had been flown here yes terday to be placed on the grave by the consuls general of those good neighbor nations. Robert Sherwood, the towering playwright and former OWI offi cial who helped on so many Pres idential speeches, stood a head tall er than any other spectator. -V YANKS BATTLING FOR BALETE PASS (Continued From Page One) time Japanese military headquar ters. Gen. Douglas MacArthur’s Sunday communique reported that bombers and fighters dropped 540 tons of bombs in support of the ground drive. At last reports the Yanks were about three miles from Baguio on the west and around seven miles on the north. . They held high ground and were in position for the kill. The 32nd Division, under Maj. Gen. William H. Gill, and the 25th Division of Maj. Gen. Charles L. Mullins, Jr., were bitterly engaged at Balete Pass. Both divisions were confronted by stubborn Japanese troops, hea vy artillery fire, knife-edge ridges and thickly-wooded terrain. Some of the hillsides are so steep the Japanese have sunk vertical shafts and from them have dug pillbox apertures overlooking the trails. For six weeks the 32nd Division has measured its gains in yards. One advance was made by push ing sandbags ahead for cover until the Yanks reached and blasted caves. So far *,'re than 150 caves have been seajed by demolition or cleaned out with flamethrowers. The Yanks make their greatest kills during the nightly enemy counterattacks. Tight U. S. peri meters are studded with warning devices and booby traps. It’s a 24 hour U'ar. A succession of pillboxes limited American gains last week to from 12 to 600 yards a day in the Balete Pass sector. The Americans still were about 3,000 yards south of the pass itself. All approaches to Balete are covered by cross-fire. Obviously that is where the Jap anese intended to make their last ditch fight on Luzon. Gen. MacArthur reported two new Yank landings—on Rapurapu and Batan island in Albay Gulf, just off the invasion port of Legas pi in southeast Luzon. The Japa nese garrison on the small islands were speedily- liquidated. The is lands command the Pacific en trance to the gulf. Col. Allen, Captured By Germans, Liberated WITH THE U. S. THIRD ARMY, April 13.—(Delayed by censor)— —(JP)—Col. Robert S. Allen, for mer co-author with Drew Pearson of a Washington newspaper col umn, was captured by the Ger mans south of Ohrdruf April 7 and liberated when the U S. Third Army took Erfurt. Allen, who is on Lt. Gen. George S. Patton’s staff, was in a jeep that was ambushed from the rear by German civilians after it ran j into a lightly manned roadblock. BUY WAR BONDS AND STAMPS --V --- ■ Truman’s Activity Causes Secret Service Headache WASHINGTON, April 15 —IB— It won’t be long before President Truman gets a good talking to by the secret service, experts in that line predicted today. • And he. not being a man +o worry iolks unduly, likely will assent smilingly to their pleas for a little less moving about. But until the unexpectedly elevated new Chief Executive gets used to the constant companion ship of the secret service, there may be some new gray hairs among those traditional guardians of the President. When Mr. Truman makes up his mind he wants to go somewhere, it takes more than arguments to stop him. To the secret service agents, nothing is so disturbing as a pres ident on the move. Their responsibility for his safe ty requires elaborate precautions to guard him at all times. His every departure from the White House is a nerve-twisting crisis which lasts until his return. , “It’s going to be tough for me,” President Truman tonfided to a reporter shortly after his inaugura tion Thursday. 'T can’t get used to having whole Warms of people follow me wherever I go.’’ He and the reporter were en route from his Connecticut avenue apartment to the White House in his official car. A secret service man sat in the front seat beside Tom, his chauffeur. Others stood on the running boards. To the right and to the left, in front and behind, still others rode in cars. And that was only the start Fri day. President Truman wanted to go to the Senate again to talk over his problems at a luncheon with Sen ators. One of the friendliest men who ever sat in the White House, he had to shake hands later with re porters, with the Senate attaches and all of the pages.. Then after the secret service men thought they were all set for the trip back to the White House, the President thought it would be nice to drop b y his old offices and shake hards with the clerical force. He told one of the Senate attaches who asked him to come back often that he didn’t know' how often it could be done in view of the number of people who had to go along. -V-. Roosevelt’s Funeral Observed Ry Markets NEW YORK, April 15.—(/P)—Se cuiry and commttdity markets throughout the country were clos ed yesterday in observance of the funeral of President Roosevelt. Banks functioned as i/sual in line with Washington’s wishes that war production operations go on without interruption. -V BUY WAR BONDS AND STAMPS Von Papen Held Waiting Processing As Prisoner PARIS, April 15,-r^P)—Franz von Papen, so far as can be learned from the best available sources, still is awaiting processing and in terrogation in Europe as a bona fide prisoner of war. Supreme headquarters would neither confirm nor deny reports that the German diplomat, cap tured April 11, had been flown to the United States. Nor could it be ascertained whether von Papen was listed officially as a war cri minal. But the former chancellor of the German republic, captured by a lieutenant and seven glider infan trymen of the U. S. 17th Airborne Division, is being held under pro vision 27-0 of the Army field manual, which says that any per son having held a high diplomatic position or in any way capable of usefulness to the enemy govern ment, can be taken as a prisoner of war. -V Italian Junction Town Taken By Polish Troops ROME, April 15.— UP) —Imola, important junction town on the Bologna-Rimini highway 20 miles southeast of Bologna, was captured today by Polish troops of the Brit ish Eighth Army. At the same time American troops of the Fifth Army advanced through rugged terrain northwest of Vergato and seized control of the two-mile-long Roffeno ridge, capturing several small villages. Vergato is 17 miles southwest of Bologna, important German sup ply and communications center in the Po valley. On the eastern flank of the Ital ian front the Germans were report ed throwing in heavy reinforce ments in a desperate effort to smash the hard-won Eighth Army bridgeheads over the Sillaro river. In the face of bitter opposition, Eighth Army attacks made only modest gains northwestward to wards Ferrara and directly east ward, Allied headquarters said. -V Rab Island Captured By Yugoslav Patriots LONDON, April 15.—(U.R)—'Yugo slav patriots, in a daring land and sea assault, have seized Rab is land in the Dalmatians, Marshal Liucmwu wit vrcwncUljj VaUntftel Srem front in northeastern \v * Slovakia and captured Odjek miles from the Hungarian border Pain Of Com Sore Toes Gone Taatett\& %ea& ! l-leUity CKJLOAH* . o£ Tomato* SoVJO Heinz own Aristocrat* tomatoes blended with1 rich country cream w' o-«ei WINNERS *35,000.00 CONTEST! Major Swan Prizewinners will 1* announced on these radio shows: TUNE IN: George Burns and Grade ,Allen TONIGHT . . . WBT . . . 8:30 P.M. Bright Horizon, April 17,18,19,20 . . . WBT . . . 11:30 A.M. Franchised Bottler Pepsi-Cola Bottling Co. of Wilmlngtoa Watch Out! This little cajnera would make a snappy souvenir and the Germans know it! 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