The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania on May 11, 1918 · Page 7
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The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania · Page 7

Connellsville, Pennsylvania
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Saturday, May 11, 1918
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A Great Net of Mercy drown an Ocean of Unspeakable Pam ONE HUNDRED MERCIFUL MILLIONS By HERBERT KAUFMAN O NE Hundred Millions for the Red Cross and not one penny of it for red tape. The mightiest charity, the noblest and broadest volunteer movement of history. The Red Cross shares no enmities, serves no flag but its own. It is God's agent, His healing, merciful will--the answer of twenty ever-gentler centuries to red barbarism. Twelve million orphan children are wandering about Europe--twelve million frightened little bo)'s and terrorized little girls, sent adrift to sob alone and perish in the wastes-to live like swine and die like curs, unless magnificent America ransoms them from death--and worse. How many of your pitying dollars will search the desolations and save them- for Tomorrow's works ? The Red Cross needs another Hundred Million, to glean the battle areas for this precious seed before it rots in mind and body--before grief and horror and disease and unrestraint irrevocably blight them. One Hundred Millions to prevent famine and stifle pestilence,, to'stamp out hideous fevers, to check sin earth-wide wave of tuberculosis, to destroy shuddering filths ^h verminous plagues feed and breed and threaten all the universe. One Hundred Millions to found hospitals and build rest stations, to send nurses to the Front and refugees back, to forward surgical units and furnish artificial limbs, to buy medicines and operating instruments, to re-educate the mutilated and show the blind where Hope still shines. One Hundred Millions to maintain communication with detention camps, to · provide war prisoners with food and decencies, to 'take messages out and bring letters in, to negotiate comforts and privileges for the captured, to buy blankets for them and clothes and books and tobacco. One Hundred Millions for No Man's Land--for stretchers and ambulances, for anesthesia and bandages and antiseptics; to train nurses and orderlies, to outfit and transport skilled specialists, to make sure that a dear one shall have a clean, sweet cot and a sweet, clean girl from home beside it. One Hundred Millions to keep the world sound and wholesome, while the armies of Justice hold it safe. / Am the Red Cross HENRY PAYSON DOWST (With acknowledgments to Robert · ' author of "I Am the Printing Press.") I am the Symbol of the pity of God. ·I bnrgeon"~upon the flaunting banner of victory and the drooping guidon of defeat. I am the token of peace in the midst of battle, of gentleness shining through the sombre 'mists of hate. I am a chevron on the sleeve of mercy, an honor mark set high upon the bro\v of compassion. I am the color of blood spilled for democracy, the form of Christ's tree of agony, and my followers, at need, . crucify themselves to make men live. I cafrry the hope of life into the red pits of death, and a dying soldier salutes me and smiles as he goes to touch the hand of God- Almighty. I stand for the organized love of mankind, the co-ordinat- ed impulses of young and old to do good, the sacred efficiency of human service. I nTark the flag under which are mobilized the forces of industry and finance, of church and school, of capital, of labor, of genius and of sinew. I am Civilization's Godspeed to those who defend her; I am the message 'from home. I am the Symbol of the pity of God. I AM THE KED CROSS. 75O Children Herded In Dirty Dilapidated Building Typical Red Cross Case An, official ot a Treach city that was oelng filled with gas bombs by the Germans found himself confronted with, the problem ot looking after 750 children. He telegraphed the American Bed Cross In Paris for help. Fifteen trained workers were rushed to the relief of these children. Here 13 what .the .Bed Cross workers found: Twenty-one tiny babies under ine year old and 729 children under eight years. They were herded in an old, dirty, unfurnished building, without a suggestion of sanitary convenience. It was the best and safest the French official conld ftnS at such n :noment, but yon would not think it fit for a dog. And here is Tthat the Amfrican Bed Cross workers did in two days: They j thoroughly -cleaned and transferred to ' new buildings outside the city the entire T50 children. lied Cross doctors attended the sick; nurses were secured for the babies. Suitable food was provided for all, and they were so classified as to provide against the separation of families: also an organization for the permanent care of these children, including their education, was started and has since been put into operation. So much for the 750. But how about the thousands upon thousands of others. Right now the little children of France are at your doors crying for food, shelter, protection against German brutality and dying as they cry. Contributed by Jno. Cassel. GET THE Rl The United States has now been at war for more lh;m a year. But up to the present time the Ked Cross has made but one national appeal for help --Its $100,000,000 drive In the summer of 1917. Now it is abo'at to make another appeal--its second. And upon the bet-Is of the Third Liberty Loan. For, great as are the responsibilities and the opportunities of the institution whose blazing symbol is recognized by civilized nations tbe world 'over as a symbol of peace and of comfort, Us expenditures arc but LI small fraction of those required- for our governmental expense for the conduct of the war. '' Organization of Service. The Red Cross lias never permitted itself to encroach upon the functions or the necessities of the government, although there are many times when It might justify Itself io so doing. la the single Important instance of transportation It has refused to burden the army or navy with the carriage of its vast fuppiics of stores, even'though these were destined for the relief and the lives of the soldiers and the sailors themselves. Oa the contrary, after It had. bulldcd and fully equipped .a great By EDWARD HUNGERFORD Of the Vigilantes. dispatching depot on the West Side of New York for ihe pruparement of Its stores for shipment overseas, und the wr department: found Itself so pressed for warehouse facilities that it' 1 was compelled to take tbe Red Cross plant for array needs Dttvlson and his fellows of Hit} Red Cross gladly moved out and quickly assembled and buiided another dispatching depot for their own ncttls. 'T;he spirit of tbe organi- sation is that of service. And I have seen enough of Its workings to eon- ,vlnce me that It Is something a little raore'Uian more service--perhaps service plus efficiency would bust describe It It seems to me that the time has come when there should lie an even larger national appreciation of the Rod Cross. Today it has only begun to touch the surface of the American people. Continued fighting and extended casualty lists will force it -nr beneath the skin. It cannot be embarrassed for lack of funds. You and I raunot afford to have It embarrassed, to be compelled, to turn tiny of its energies from the saving of human life to mere Drubbing for coH 1 . cash. time that America formed n new habit. AVe hnve some big and fairly expensive national tnstes-, al- ready, movies und motoring, for instance, to suy uothing of smoking and drinking, A. ILttle reduction, oa nlL of ! these and the proceeds turned to an entirely new habit would be a mighty good thing at this Uuie. And for that fifth habit I am going to propose tbe Ited Cross--tbe Red Cross habit, if you please. It will be a habit the gathered money of which will go to the credit,' .not of yourself, but of the greatest charity that America ever has known, which makes this new habit more than a habit.--a real virtue--the virtue of sel£ sacrifice. Our Country the Richest. Try being ready for the lied Cross collector--not merely tbe next time he comes, but on each subsequent call. Do not face him with tbe reproachful suggestion thut be has seen you before. Our country Is n big land, la many ways the biggest und richest in tbe world, but It is not big enough nor rich enough that folks with money can escape with but a single Invitation to contribute. That is why I suggest the Red Cross linbit--(he continuous setting aside of OuimUo .sums of money by patriotic Americans against the Red. Cross drives. It Is a habit which I cannot commonrj too heartily to you. WHAT IS THANWAR? Consumption Four Times More Deadly Than Bombs and Machine Guns. Plcrro Hamp, a French medlral authority, estimates that of the 38,000.000 people of all ages still living in France 4,000,000 must die ol tuberculosis. The war will have killed about I 1,000,000. This menus tbat mail with all of his inventiveness is far less efficient than Is'ature as a man killer. There have been over 400,000 new cases of consumption in France since the war began. This is why, despite tho number of new hospitals, there is still act sufficient space available for tuberculosis cases. The Question of Pensions. Of course first consideration Is nc- corded tn the ever popular wounded men. Therein lies the tragedy of the consumptive soldier. With ihe new cases coming in dally from the trendies the consumptives arc not us helpless as the wounded men. When discharged from tlie army the severely wounded arc allowed a pension by the government. The consumptives, however, receive no allowance unless they'can prove thartheir Illness Is entirely duo to their service in the army. This is not ai\ easy thing to do, and consequently comparatively lew consumptives receive governmental assistance. UntJI the American Red Cross began to extend its aid the plight of most of these men was often pitiful. When discharged from the hospital they are given certain Instructions which would eventually bring them back to health. But conditions are hard. They arc usually unable to earn much und so do not get proper or even sufficient nourishment. Very often they are in no condition tn look after themselves, sUH less to safeguard the health of others. . To meet ibis difficulty local committees have been formed to look after rhe discharged patients and see that they do not pass on their disease to members o£ their families. Tbe task is well nigh hopeless. Even if proper living quarters are to be had sanitation and hyjriene cannot be taught overnight. They sleep In nlr tight rooms, kiss their babies, drink out of the same cups and use the same towels as the rest of thelr/ffimllies. In spite of these appalling difficulties, however, the rnpid spread of the disease must--simply must--be checU- ed. Even tn nttempt tills would be an impossibility wtthout tbe tremendous facilities and aid of the American 1 Red Cross. No other agency could conceivably face/ much less hope to accomplish, such a task. LYONS' INSURANCE DUE The Home Service of the Red Cross, Backing Up Our Soldier Boys, Came instantly to the Rescue. The Story Thai Private Leach Told "I say, there," called Private Leach, sitting up weakly, ".jvhere }ou golu' with ine biinkia' 'at?" The dog cast a look back across his shoulder, wagged his tail pleasantly and continued to trot away, carrying L'rivate Leach's cap in his Jaws. " 'E's got a blooroin' cheek, not 'alf!" observed Private Leach and lay down again. What different: did it nmke? He had clicked a bullet in his rigb thigh, and, what with the loss 'of blood and miiu and hunger and all, a chap might as well "go west" without n cap as with one:. :j"ow thnt he'd managed to get a .dressing on the wound and a bandage to bold the dressing in place, the bleeding was less, but the end of the smashed bone was grinding in the torn tle'sh. It wasn't n bit cushy, out there In No Man's Laud, .six hours in a shell hole with a busted leg. . The dog had popped, up from nowhere at all, with his alert eyes and sensitive, searching nose. Girt tightly about his body was the broad white band bearing the flaming sign of the Red Cross. He stood ciulte still while Private Leach painfully unfastened the first aid package from Ms back and, still more painfully, applied tbe disinfectant, gauze pads and clean cotton tincture. Looking up, he whiued a friendly, sympathetic whine, and the soldier patted him jjra.teJlu.lly. "Good old chap," said Private Leach. "You've been knocked about a bit yourself, ch?" He touched tbe dog's ear where a recent hurt had left a scarcely healed scar. And then the rascal had seized Prl vnte Leach's cap and made ofl! with it toward the lines, paying no serious attention to. the wounded man's re- monstrances. "Ham little bloke!" remarked Private Leach ami fainted. Private Leach sat on a sunny bench in the small courtyard of the convalescent hospital and explained nmt- ! tors to a compatriot, likewise recovering from the effects of boche courtesy. "And tlte bloomti' surgeon, 'e says them dnwgs is trained like that. The one that, 'e don't miad bul- lels no more than buus, 'e doa't, a-w'izzin* past 'is 'cad. ~A"ml when 'e finds-a wounded chap 'e tykes 'Is cap or anything that's -loose 'e can get 'is teeth in, nnd away 'e goes to report; to 'is.K. O.,.like a good soldier..;.So; then the · stretcher bearers, they goes | out and brings in the chap, same us they flld ine, d'ye sec? Red Cross trains dawgs by 'undrcds. Great, eh, wot?" - "Klghto," agreed Private Leach's companion. "'Spect you'd like to meet tbat fellow again. Dawgs'll look a bit different to me wliea I gets back to Bligluy. Bli-me, I awlways 'ated dawgs, but not now I don't." "Look!" said Private Leach. "'Ere comes one of Uie litUe beggars." A wiry, short haired dog with a deal of bull in his makeup came limping along on · three legs, Uie fourth held stiffly in front of him by an ingenious arrangement of slinj? and bandage. · "Clicked a bit o' Fritz's lead 'is bloouiin' little self, 'e did, eb, wot? 'Ere, BUI. Nice old blokey." Tlie dog' went and laid his head, friendly fashion, on Private Leach's knee and looked up into the soldier's face, whlulus sympathetically. " 'E knows 'ow it feels," 'observed Private Leach. Then, "I say, Uieru, old timer; look at tuat ear 1" "Scar," said his companion. "Been lightin'; like ns not" "BH-me!" cried Leach. ".'E's the symo cliap. ! Ere,/how, where you goln' with me blinkln' 'at?" TUG dog, holding Private Leach's cap at a" provoking distance,, viewed the two convalescents with a mischievous eye. " 'E's a cute un. Wish 'e, was goin' back-to.Blighty wi£ me, not 'nit. En, wot?" "Sure." agreed the other. "I always 'ated 'em, but not now I don't. Red Cross dawgs is bloorain' humans. Strafe me if they aln'tl" HOT BRINKS FOR TIRED FIGHTERS The Red Cross Rolling Canteen. In a few minutes Sain Lyons, private, U. S. A., was going "over the top" for the first time. rso fear of the foe possessed thif stout hearted young American soldier. Then came the order, "Three min. utes to go!" Lyons at the Front. As he crouched at the base of tli trench ladder waiting for tbe signa] Dint would brine Him to grips wltl death itself Sinn's thoughts went borne. "Wonder what Eess' and the kids are I doing':' 1 He glanced at his wrist watch. | "Sleeping, Mess them." Suddenly the j day and dale came to Jiiiu, Wednesday, I the 30. "Gee. it's little Mary's birth' Uay 1" Ami then, as though a malevolent fate had been awaiting this crucial moment to unnerve the young sol. tiler, Sum remembered that the morning Mary was born he had taken out his first life insurance policy and today the prominm was due! "Good God!" lie groaned in agony ol spirit "How could I have forgotten such a sacred obligatlon~at this time? Bow could I? What will the poor | things do if--" j A shrill whistle blast galvanized j Sara into action. "Spare me for their j sake," he prayed as he scrambled up tbe ladder. ! In a Midwestern Town. j Lines of anxiety seared Bessie Lyons' smooth brow as she rend the card the postman had just left. This was uer second notification that her husband's life insurance premium was due on the 8J. Today it was the 2d. One- day to pay! What possessed Sam to neglect a matter so vital to herself and the children? Could anything have happened? Ah, no! His remittance was delayed. But the premium was due tomorrow. It must be paid. Bess turned to enter the bouse. ; "Good morning, Mrs. Lyons," called n cheery voice. Bess wheeled to find 3Irs. Leighton, the home service worker, coming up the walk. "Why, dear, child, you look worried." -ihe older ·wo- man exclaimed anxiously. "What is it?" Bess handed the home service worker the insurance notice. "It falls due tomorrow, and Sam hasn't sent the money to pay," slie said. Sirs. Leighton became all business. "Tomorrow? Well, it must be paid today, and it win he. Put on your things and we'll go right down to the Bed Cross and have this matter settled at once. Come, child: it's all right; no cheer up." An hour Inter Bess returned home. The children ran to meet her. Tenderly she kissed them. Any day might find them fatherless, hut at least they would not be destitute. '.'Cod bless the Bed Cross and Home Service," she whispered, "and dear God watch over my soldier boy." In six months the American Bed Cross supplied a million French poilus with hot coffee, tea, chocolate, bouillon, at tile time they needed it most---just as they were entering the communication trenches for a tour of duty under boche lire or coming out, tired end worn, after their grueling vigil. If you were dragging the tlredest pair of feet in France through the mud, and if you were greeted by a cheery voice and a steaming pint of beef tea, wouldn't it be "a grand and glorious Ceelln'v Oh, boy!" Now, this is tlio work of the "rolling canteen," ami some day a Kipling will sing "the story of the tanks"-tanks of broth and bouillon Unit the lied Cross "Special Front Line Service" trundles up to the lines. The .Unitary Sanitary Service supplies the .wagons and utensils. The Ked Cross unit does the work. It supplies these hot drinks at a cost of 50 francs (?10) per thousand men, a cent apiece! Think of that--the penny your little girl sends the Hod Cross can buy a big hot. cheering drink, a good natured greeting, for a fighting man who desperately needs just tbat! One penny.' Red Cross Rolling Canteens to tbe number of lo are now behiu'd tho lines in continuous service. Their crews ire exposed to shell fire and ofieu have to put on gas masks. Eugene Hale, brother of United States Senator Hale, served sis: months witli a Tolling canteen in ·France, and he says: "While the men are glad to have tbe hot drinks, Iheir chief satisfaction cou. sists in the sense this service gives tltcm of a -friend being there with a helping hand in a critical hour." And now the American army line asked the lieu Cross to maintain this front line service directly in touch with the medical relief stations nearest tlie Yankee front and this the llt'i I Cross is enger to 1» Home Service is the phase of Eed Cross work that looks to the welfare of the soldier's family so that the wholesome standards of American home life will be maintained and the family resources supported in every crisis that presents itself with doubly forbidding aspect when the father or husbmid is away. LIKE THAT GLNMJMP AT THE FOOT GFMAINSTREET The Friends are doing a wonderful work in rebuilding France. The Bed" Cross wisely has co-operated wltt them--almost from Its first appear-"-- ance in France. It has sought to further every enterprise the Friends havfi launched there and to help with all 1U resources, financial and economic. Here Is an extract from tlte letter of 8 ; young Friend, which shows the kind ol work they are doing: ; "Tuesday morning we took some i men In the truck to a litfle place i called Tugny, six miles from the lines. i They are putting up portable houses ! there. There are ten up already, and ' a woman, the only inhabitant of tie place, lives lu one. That Door village \v:is the worst wreck of all--hardly a stone left on Top of another. The church was spared, hut Its walls were nil full of holes ready for the explosive. I guess the Germans had to leave in a hurry, but they managed to take the pipes otit of the organ. "And Cam) implements of all sorts have hevn burned or rendered useless , in some way. Wagons have had their spnhr-s btirkod out nml various sorts of machinery made into scrap Iron. A junk dealer wnnhl find plenty here, and when you iliinl; that this little village is Just a spool; compared to all the great area that has been devastated you wonder at the expense and labor i Involved In it all."

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