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Show W00DR0W WILSON'S DEATH ANNIVERSARY PASSES BY VIRTUALLY UNNOTICED WASHINGTON, Feb. 3. (U.P.) On the slope of Mount St. Albans, high above the city where once he resided as head of the nation, Woodrow Wilson, twenty-eighth president of the United States, dead one year today, sleVps on. Entombed forever in the tiny Bethlehem chapel of the still unfin-1 ished Episcopal cathedral of Saints! Peter and Paul, his resting place has become a national shrine, the object of reverent pilgrimages. The anniversary of his death today to-day passed virtually unnoticed. Workmen called one to another as they struggled with giant blocks of stone, derricks creaked and rattled rat-tled as the work of finishing the cathedral progressed. There were no ceremonies to interfere. The tomb might be passed unnoticed un-noticed were it not for three flags that hang over the sarcophagus. By close scrutiny one finds the simple inscription : "Woodrow Wilson, ' 1S5G 1924." Nothing is said of the exalted position he once held, no words describe de-scribe his work and for all one can tell by looking at the tomb, Wood-row Wood-row Wilson was no more than one of (he countless million inhabitants of the country. Day after day the number of visitors grows larger. It is estimated esti-mated more than 200,000 persons! have visited Mount St. Albans during dur-ing the year. As many as 7,000 persons have visited the tomb on a single day. One person visits the tomb each week, never failing. She is Mrs. Edith Boiling Gait Wilson, widow of the former president. No one around the cathedral knows when she comes. She slips in unnoticed, remains for a few minutes and departs, de-parts, and few, if any of the visitors present at the time, recognize recog-nize the lady in black as the widow of the man whose memory they, too, are honoring. |