MARCH 4, 1913, was a great day for the Democrats. They trooped into Washington from far and near, but particularly from the South, for the inauguration of their second president since "the War." Baruch trooped with them. He had all the thrills of the most enthusiastic and none of the worries that tempered the enjoyment of so many of them. He didn't want a job or even a title. He didn't want any favors, or believed he didn't. He had thoughts about legislation--quite a number--but was utterly serene in his confidence that Wilson would do the right thing.
The war in Europe was more than two years in the future. It cast no shadow on the day's gaiety. Bands in the inaugural parade played "Dixie" and "Bonnie Blue Flag" and "My Maryland." Southerners cheered the West Point cadets not only because they marched so true, but because they wore the Confederate gray. The crowds nearly went crazy over the gray-clad Fifth Maryland Infantry, the Richmond Light Infantry Blues, and dozens of other historic Southern military organizations.
The Taft inauguration, 4 years before, had been held in a blizzard. Now the sun was shining. The South was in the saddle. Woodrow Wilson had been born in Virginia!
Thousands of Democrats in Washington that day looked forward, joyously, to a glorious administration in which they would play prominent parts. Most of them were to be disappointed.