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poe ay SRT PTE gamer p praepye eth tor ermine pe — Steir ree 3] moming) © ’ watched the changes of ligh: in the sky and on the White House unui the rair. stopped, blue sky eppeared, and the sun came our to turn the Whitt House and its refection in the wet street into s brilliant pi biack clouds and distant thunder and 1 ing and our vigil was hit by wind and « drenching downpour. Tne guards who had been tanding ar the White House gate, watching us, fled for cover, ind fs some of us attempted to huddle under umbrellas, but, pite the deluge: we remained on vigil “ell the ext “Wall In looking back to tha: fairly spontaneous trip of my grand- ~ father’s to Washington almost 104 years ago 1 realize that they * took the long train ride in all expectation of seeing the Presi- “dent, and that they were actually escorted on foot to the White _ House and into President Lincoln's presence that same day by the Secretary of State. Those who so ably planned our gather-- ing this February probably had no expectation that any such ameeting could take place today, and no doubt President John- Secretary of State were both far away! oom oe wt . -