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Show I1GI1 OF DAUGHTER OF PRESIDENT IS . . APPRECIATED l Miss Margaret Wilson, daughter of the president, is doing her part in France. Today she is singing at Chau-mont, Chau-mont, the American army headquarters. headquar-ters. One of the soldier papers just received re-ceived by the Standard, pays this tribute tri-bute to the young woman: From general headquarters up through and along the Meuse, Margaret Marga-ret Wilson went over ground which, not many days ago, Americans were wresting from the Germans, her enthusiastic enthu-siastic reception everywhere intensified intensi-fied oVer part of the route because I she carried to some place the authoritative authori-tative news of the signing of the armistice. armis-tice. She appeared before scores of audiences audi-ences and sang dozens of favorite songs dozens of times each, and when she returned to Paris to prepare for nther tours which will take her to other oth-er parts of France and to Italy, she carried the verdict of the American doughboy that she is a regular American Ameri-can girl and a mighty good singer besides. be-sides. Miss Wilson's first appearance was at the dedication of the 1500th. Y. M. . A. hut in Prance, which was openqd at an aviation field near Chaumont. She sang before more than 1000 sol-liers sol-liers all that could -crowd .into the hall. Spreading the Good News. The next day, November 11, she loft for the front a few minutes after the signing of the armistice had been an-lounced. an-lounced. And all that day, as her automobile auto-mobile passed battalion after battalion i , of American troops marching or in rest by the roadside, she stopped her ; automobile to tell them the glad news, i Invariably she was recognized as the I daughter of the president, and her car was surrounded by a mass of lustily cheering doughboys, dividing their interest in-terest in her with their enthusiasm over her father and the news she brought. Twice that day companies of dough-I dough-I boys, trudging rearward after their I spell in the trenches, were amazed to i see a young woman dash from a limousine, limou-sine, throw her arms around their commanding com-manding officer and kiss him. Twice blushing captains had to explain to their companies that the young lady who did this, the first woman any of them had seen for GO days, was Miss Margaret Woodrow Wilson and, incidentally, inci-dentally, their cousin. They were Captains Henry and Edward Brown of Atlanta, Ga., both of the S2nd division. divi-sion. That night she returned to Toul, blazing with lights for the first time 'in four years, and the next night she sang in the Hotel do Ville in Nancj before a crowd of 2500 French civilians civi-lians and soldiers, while thousands more crowded around the outside of the hall waiting to get a glimpse of her as she went into the hall and came out carrying on both occasions the flag of Alsace-Lorraine. Over Argonnc Fields. From Nancy, Miss Wilson went over the battlefields of the Argonne and the Meuse, appearing in huts and halls and everywhere else that an audience could possibly be got together. One evening, coming upon a field artillery regiment the 10th bivouacked biv-ouacked near the bank of the Muese at supper time, she descended and, borrowing bor-rowing a mess kit proffered by a soldier, sol-dier, got in line and waited her turn at the rolling kitchen. She drew the usual slum, hard tack, pudding and coffee. She ate it sitting on a tarpaulin, tar-paulin, and after dinner, at the invitation invi-tation of the artillerymen, she sang for them. The sun was just going dawn over the shoulder of the hills to the west of the river. The moon as the French moon does had risen before its time and, for the first time since the war started, soldiers' camp fires were burning. Miss Wilson, to the accompaniment of a small portable organ carried on her automobile, sang from the tail gate of a truck to the entire regiment, gathered gath-ered in a semi-circle before her. With Music Teacher. Miss Wilson has a beautiful soprano voice When not singing alone, she appeared ap-peared with Ross David, her music teacher for many years, who, with Mrs. David, the acocmpanlst, came to Franco wit hher. Among the songs she sang were several Scotch and Irish melodies and, of course, American ballads, bal-lads, "When the Boys Come Home. ' revived from Civil war days, but as appropriate ap-propriate as ever, was one of the latter. lat-ter. Also she sang repeatedly, invar- iably accompanied by her entire audience audi-ence "There's a Long, Long, Trail A- Winding," "My Old Kentucky Home," and other songs. Several tunes Miss Wilson also made short speeches. She told how the i United States had organized for the j war to back us up over here. J "You boys haven't any Idea how I crazy we are about you," she said. "It is impossible to conceive of the welcome wel-come awaiting you." |