The Baltimore Sun from Baltimore, Maryland • 136

How It Turned Out 1 1111 I .1 7 j) 1 I Remember When 1 Ohe still has her cape. Mrs. Linwood F. Mantler. of 2014 Presbury street, writes at follows about Sidney Sigler's I Remember" article of July 29: "1 enjoyed very much the account of the human flag at the Star-Spangled Banner Centennial celebration, for I happen to have been "One of the little girls who took part in it.

My husband was in it. too. "I never received a photograph of the flag, so I have cut the picture from the Magazine and I will cherish it. I can remember how very proud I was to take part in so wonderful a pageant. There were weeks and weeks of practicing, and finally the great day came.

I had a bright red cape, and every child had a square piece of cloth the size of a handkerchief and the same color as his or her cape. We all waved the handkerchiefs and it appeared as though the flag were waving. "I still have my little cape. Although its brightness has faded to a dull red. the symbol ts still there.

It is my prized possession. I wonder if there are any other persons who still have their capes?" Where To Turn What's In a Name? North Point Batchelor commemorates the War of 1812 battle in which his greatgrandfather was a hero 5 Star Sailors A Baltimore youth of 17 will compete against some of the world's best In the Star races this week at Gibson Island 7 Maryland's Machine Age Half a century ago Maryland seemed destined to become a leading automobile manufacturing State. 9 Our Readers Write About early swimming records and Marshal Foch's visit in 1921 10 Bodine's Maryland Gallery A full-page photograph, suitable for framing, of Waterloo Row Curious Camera Six opinions on whether girls should object to the whistles of bystanders 12 Highland Fling On a whim, a Baltimore girl decided to master the bag-pipes, which she did in 10 years 13 Trade: Secrets The 1.000.000 square feet of space devoted to furniture storage in Baltimore has some strange stories In store, too 13 Vanishing Americana Between Frederick and Thurmont, still rolling. Is an institution fast disappear ing from the American scene, the old lnterurban trolley a This Was Baltimore When thieves made away with 2 miles of copper wire 18 Tax Corrector Charles Pratt, for whom Pratt street was named, fought hard and well In Britain for repeal of the despised Stamp Act 20 Hollywood Personalities Movieland's rarest dish Is cheesecake, as posed by those who have heretofore taken a dim view of It 23 Look Alikes Opera singer Lily Pons and a Baltimore woman have more than appearances In common 28 CandiedCandid The camera looks twice at Gypsy Rose Lee 28 Street Songs The musical calls of a few Baltimore street arabs have been set down on paper. 29 Such Is Life At the annual Rta a it ol Warranto Photograph tebl an elevation ft.

Sf The beautifvd little town remembered by former pictured in the large above. In 1922, due to Loch Raven Dam, it was covered by 22 feet of water. Inset, right shows site of the town at low water in 1941, Town Ot Warren Flourished 1 1920, Warren was one of the most By Wilton L. Howard secluded holes along the river and good fishing off the bridge that led into town. In winter, after school; there were volleyball games in the narrow gymnasium near the town hall and, in the surrounding hills, fine hunting.

'EER were plentiful along the Gun That didn't worry the people in Warren and Phoenix very much, even though there had, since 1908, been talk about the destruction of the towns. No one worried but after World War the city of Baltimore, realizing that its water supply would need to be increased, decided to enlarge the dam from 188 to 240 feet. This time Warren and Phoenix, plus the villages of Sweetair and Bosley, were doomed. Early in '22, the Baldwins sold Warren and Phoenix to the city for $1,000,000, the papers said. The mills shut down then, but people moved away slowly.

They couldn't believe it even when the wreckers came and cut down the fine trees and the bushes to prevent bacteria getting into the water, they said and tore down the mills, the churches, the school, the town hall, the store and the gymnasium, so the wood in them would not float downstream into the dam. The homes were the last buildings to go, which meant that some of the residents were still in town when some of the streets were ankle-deep in water. But when the wreckers got around to breaking up the houses, even the diehards had to leave. Most of the residents moved to the Falls road area, or to Mount Washington, although some went to Hampden or Wood-berry and a few moved to a little settlement just east of Cockeysville that some now refer to as Warren. Today, I sometimes go right over the top of the old town on a bridge that spans the reservoir.

Once, in 1941, when a severe drought lowered the water level, I actually saw some old stone foundations. Believe me, it was like seeing ghosts. thriving towns in Baltimore county. Two years later, it had completely disappeared. That's because it was 45 feet beneath the water water which had slowly covered it when the 52-foot-high addition to Loch Raven Dam, located a few miles to the south, was completed.

Even now I still cannot get used to the fact that Warren no longer exists, for I was born and spent my there. Warren, set between high hills on the banks of the Gunpowder, was a pretty town, and an old one, too, having been established around 1750 when King George III made a land grant to Richard Britton, whose descendants were living there when I was a boy. The substantial stone houses were well ever a century old; many of them stood along a quiet millrace lined with fine shady trees. Also among the trees were a school, two churches, a town hall, a gym-, nasium, a combination general store and post office, three mills. VeS, Warren was a mill town.

It was owned- by the Summerfield Baldwins, whose Warren Manufacturing Company operated the big cotton-duck mill you see in the center of the above photograph. This, and a grist mill owned by the family, plus' a similar business called Stablers grist mill, supported most of the town's 900 residents. My father was a teamster for the cotton mill; every day he would drive big wagons loaded with finished cloth to the railroad station at Cockeysville, located about 2 miles to the west. Occasionally -I would xide along the muddy road with him. In summer, there was swimming in powder, and it was common to see them coming down to the river for water.

Once, I heard, a deer wandered down the main street of Phoenix, the company-owned mill town to the north which was also covered by the reservoir. Warren was a friendly town. I've never seen a community where the people were closer to one another, really an understandable thing considering that most of the 'families had been living and working there for generations, and were related. It was the kind of town where there were just a few last names you couldn't walk down the street without meeting a Britton, a Bull, a Grafton, a Riley, a Dailey, a Harryman, a Jessup, a Howard or a Sheeler. In this family atmosphere, people were always gathering for church suppers, parties, dances and club meetings at the town hall.

Twice a year, the Baldwins had the young people up to their mansion, which overlooked the town, for Christmas and midsummer parties. I 1912 the original dam (I'm not speak ing of the small lower dam, which was built in the last century) was completed. It backed the Gunpowder up for about 4 miles, covering many fine farms and a couple of small crossroads communities. Club Wee activities at the University of 30.