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 Lenine and Trotzky girding their seidels for a long midsummer day's junket with the Moscow Soviet. There also are the faded announcement cards for some address by Mme. Rosika Schwimmer (of Budapest), secretary of the International Woman Suffrage Alliance. Dear me, what has happened to the indefatigable Rosika since she and Henry Ford and others went bounding and bickering on a famous voyage to Stockholm? As some steamship company used to advertise, "In all the world, no trip like this."

At Race street I turned east to St. John's Lutheran Church. The church stands between Fifth and Sixth. In front of it, in a little semi-circle of sun-bleached grass, stands the family vault of Bohl Bohlen. In this vault lie Brigadier General W. Henry C. Bohlen, killed in action at Freeman's Ford on the Rappahannock River, August 22, 1862, and his wife, Sophie. It is interesting to remember that they were the grand-parents of the present Herr Krupp.

The little burying ground behind St. John's is one of the most fascinating spots in Philadelphia. I found George Hahn, the good-natured sexton, cutting the grass, and he took me round to look at many of the old tombstones, now mostly unreadable. Several Revolutionary veterans came to their resting in that little acre, among them Philip Summer, who died in 1814, and who is memorable to me because his wife was called Solemn. Solemn Summer—her name is carved