The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania on June 6, 1918 · Page 6
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June 6, 1918

The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania · Page 6

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9 ANY MAN TO ANY MAN By GERALD STANLEY LEE 1 DO not"know how other men feel about it, bull find it hard, with all that is happening to the world today, to look a small boy in the face. When a small boy looks trustingly up to me and I see his world -- the world he thinks he is going to have, in his eyes, 1 am afraid The look in his eyes of the world he thinks he is going to have cuts me to the quick. I have always felt 1 had an understanding with a smaH boy before. , But the last four years when he looks at me in that old way and I think of his world--the one I see in his eyes--the one I had myself--the one every small boy has a right to, "I see suddenly instead the one that is being left over for him by me, by all of us, the one he will have to try'to put up with, have to live in, have to be a man in, when you and I have stopped trying. Then when 1 face the small boy 1 want, to go off in a wide high place alone and think and- ask God. I want to go down into the? city and fight--fight with my money and with my hope, go over the top with my religion and then come back and face the small boy. There are days during this struggle when my soul is spent and all the world seems made of iron and glass and all these crowds of people flocking through the streets who do not seem to care. It seems as if 1 would not turn over my head to save a world to live in myself. . . . It does not matter about me--and some' days the people I see go by almost make* me think it does not matter about them. . .. Then suddenly I go by troops of school children at four o'clock pouring out into the streets, . . . 'pouring like fire, pouring like sunshine out into the streets! It is as the roll of drums for the Liberty Loan! I want to ring great- church bells to call people to the Red Cross! My .rule for a man's finding out just how much he should subscribe to the Red Cross is this: Put down your name and address on the blank and leave the amount open to think. Then try going past a schoolhouse about four o'clock when the children are pouring out Or in the evening when the house is quiet, put down your name and the best figure you dare on the white paper. Then go upstairs a minute and look in the crib. Then look at your blank when- you come down once more. THE WAR'S RECOMPENSE Th« original of this verse was found on an American soldier who bravely fought »" d "* nobly died. The man is yet unknown. Ye who have faith to look with fearless eyes Beyond the tragedy of a world at strife, And know that out of death and night shall rise The dawn of ampler life. Rejoice, whatever anguish rend the heart, That God has given you a priceless dower, To live in these great times and have your part In freedom's crowning hour. That ye may tell your sons who see the light High in the heavens--^their heritage to take--. "I saw the powers of darkness put to flight, · I saw the morning break." A MESSAGE FROM EDWARD N. HURLEY, Chairman of the United States Shipping Board. C*VERY dollar that has been appropriated by the Ameri*-* can Red C]'oss in this war has welded closer that relationship between the United States and the nations of the Entente, a relationship that will have a marked effect upon the peace council that is coming. If this work of spreading the gospel of mercy is to continue, every man, woman and child in this republic must give the American Red Cross his fullest support in its second campaign for $100,000,000. Our boys in Europe are looking to us to back them up and I know of no better means of supporting them than through the instrumentality of the American Sed Cross. The good it has already accomplished and the comforts and welfjirc it will, provide later, when the stress of war becomes greater for the United States forces, make it imperative that the second fund of ?100,000,000 be a spontaneous gift on the part of the American people. k 'Urato the Least of These 5 Contributed by Arthur Willhim Brown. ONE WAY THE RED 1,OOO Ragged, Sick and Homeless People Are Daily Dumped at Evian. At the first onslaught ol the BUDS, before the French were able to withstand their Invasion, tie Kaiser secured a. goodly section of France. With the captured cities and villages be acquired many thousands of Frenchmen. .True to all the rales of Teutonic efllcieney, the noble German worked and starved these French close to the point of dentil, then saw to It that an Impressive number oC them "caught" tuberculosis and finally sent these poor wrecks back to burden France. It has taken the Kaiser from Wo to three years to suck the healthy blood from the veins of these sturdy rural French, hut now he Is sending them back st the rate of about 1.000, a day. The Kaiser never announces ,, these ROMANCE GONE Efficiency Kills Sentiment as Machine Makes Socks in 25 Minutes. By RUTH DUNBAR. 'How snowy white your fingers look against the scarlet wool J" was the favoritte speech of grandfather when he was paying suit to. grandmother, who, if history is correct, never allowed little things like love and courtship to distract her -mind, one minute from her knitting. The "modern young man ,1s robbed of any opportunity to mate these pretty speeches, for the ivool is no longer scarlet hut khaki. Worse yet, the maiden sits before a cold, steel "machine and grinds off socks in as many minutes as it takes hours to knit ttiem. 'IWs is what efficiency does to romance, · · la the various Red Cross workrooms of th| Now York County Chapter there are neariy seventy-five sock machines. Eight of these are. in. the model workroom at 20 EastThirty-eighth street and others that have been ordered are held up by traffic conditions. Here instruc- ;ors teach the use of the machine to fted Cross workers. A complete pair ^of socks can be made on the machine In 25 minutes. .he machine looks like a cross between, Sshlng tackle and a pile driver. The vorker threads It thro.ngh the arm'and j carrier on to the threader. The body! of the machine is a circle of needles | bent at the ends like crochet hooks. Sweaters also are made on the socle' machine, the strips sewed together and the ribbing at top and bottom knitted on by hand. Besides the machines In the Eed !ross workrooms there arc many jswned hy private individuals or groups who work at home and donate the results to . the Red Cross. In a family hotel, for Instance, four or five women con club together and buy a machine. shipments. He simply dumps them In Evinn, on tho French-Swiss border. If it were not for the American Red Cross the task of coring for these starved, ragged, sick, homeless, terrorized ruen, women and children would be more than the French government could handle. But our American Red Cross is making heroic efforts to defeat tho Kaiser's aim to fll! France with consumptives. Trained Ked Cross workers are at the receiving station at Erhin. They first separate those showing signs of tuberculosis from 'those who arc only starving or have some other disease. It is Just like the tender cnre of our Red Cross to give particular attention to the babies and children to whom the kindly Kaiser has fed con- "WHAT HOME SERVICE HAS DONE FOR ME" My husband enlisted 'over a year ago. Shortly after he went away our twelve-year-old hoy had the measles. Alter his recovery his school teacher complained about his conduct At home he way nervous and irritable. \Vheu I called at tlie Ked Crops to find out how I could secure an increase in allowance because of our newly born babe I told them of my trouble with ilarry. On their advice I took him io an oculist, who said glasses were needed immediately because of the weakened condition of the eyes following measles. He no longer causes trouble at home or at school. IR. TO GET SHELL THAT HIT HIS SON Captain Roosevelt, Who Was In Hospital, Lauds Red Croas. Cu.pt. Archibald Boosevelt, who recently was injured and nursed back .to health in a Bed Cross hospital, la speaking of the Ked Cross work, is reported as having said: "The Hed Cross is. doing everything possible for us. 1 cannot say too much to appreciation of their efforts, which mak'e us feel as if we were back home. It is a great comfort to us fellows In hospitals, and it our .folks could see the way we are being taken cure of they would stop worrying. 1 The Ked Cross chaplain in this par ticular hospital happens to be Doctor sumptivc germs. We have a hospital of 30 beds for children in Evian. These are reserved for tlie children who are too ill to toko farther. Then our Red Cross has a convalescent huKpitn! outside the tolvn and yet another JD a nearby village. It also keeps si! am- buliuiees busy transporting sick women and_cbiUlren. Yet even then the strain upon our worlcers is so preat that for eight Ions months one American uursu has had to look after 120 beds. We, through our American lied Cross, are doing t-roat things toward defeating the Kaiser In his efforts lo turn France iuio u graveyard, bin we have just started, and our duty demands that we work fast and without ceasing. Red Cross Hospital Uniform Most Becoming in History of World. , , In a recent news letter from the front the war correspondent of the Philcdelphiii North American helps to explain the song, "I'm in Love V.'ith a Beautiful Nurse." "There are S3 lied Cross nurses at tliis place," says the dispatch. "They lire cheerful, obedient', brave, and competent, i-ua those who weren't pretty to begin with became so the moment thoj donned tue uniform that is the most becoiuing in all the long history o£ costumes devised for the mys':iat.-a- tion and beguiling of men. "Iii the officers' ward was a colonel with bronchitis. 'I've soon them iu the Philippines, and I've seen them In China,' lie to'd me. 'I suppose I've seen about all the existing types, hut I never yet SH.W one that wasn't pretty !n- sldo of 24 hours.' "lie reminded me of an Irish Tommy, who, so his major told me, wrf; up tu a hospital in 1916 nad, seeing tne iiur-jes in the ward, exclaimed, 'May tlie howly Virgin bless us, but the angel." iiave come doiTM to tlie Spimne! 1 " Hundreds of fled Cross nurses, liow- eve?, are doing work abroad in which By WRIGHT A. PATTERSON. Billy Jones-- -muybe your sou or the son of a neighbor -- was in the front line treDCJbcs in Franco when the German bombing party was driven back. His enllrjslasra to get the Bodies carried him over the top of the trench, and at the edge of No Man's Land a Hun bullet got him. A comrude -- maybe your boy -- crawled out into No Man's Land and brought Billy .Tones back to the American trenches. Other comrades carried him back through the maze of trenches to a dressing station, where his wound was cared tor. A medical department ambulance carried Mm on lo the field hospital.. From there Billy Jones 'mis taken to the base hospital, .and there a Red Cross nurse -- your Red Cross nurse -Is tenCerly, carefully, smilingly nursing bins buck to hc.ilih again so that he may not have to pay the extreme sacrifice that we -- that you and I and our neighbors -- may enjoy ibe bJessJnjjs of frcH'iiom. There 'are half a million of these boys of our? Franco today and more going "over there" every week. They are there to wage the supreme conflict of the world with the brutal 'orces of autocracy that democracy, our heritage, mny not perish. We want these boys of ours to come buck to us, and it is the Red Cross men womun -- our Red Cross men and women -- who will bring thousands of ui back who would not othenvlsc come if our dollars will but keep them iliere to minister to these boys of ours. They arc but doing for us what we cttimot do fur ourselves. A SCORE OF REASONS FOR* THE RED CROSS War for Democracy. He stands looking Gown, this AJ tolnc, a peasant, the "mnn with the hoe"--looking down into *Jie brown soil from which he and his ancestors Iiavi* lived. JTJiey huvc made chis soil and the sun ami the ruin give them something each yenr--not ranvh, a livelihood--do you sue, and perhaps a little besides. Bur the hoe is broken. The frround Rbout him Is lorn, trmnpleO, scarred, rhf- fields full of SJVJIE jits, as K some terrible, bllgliflng disease has passed and left a land Mfilmed and dead. Tangles of coarse barbed wire, posts driven deep and now shattered, ugly, distorted, like the wrecked piling of a rotting wharf. Trees Blasted by Shell Fire. . In the orchard are trees blasted by shell fc're, hacked wi;h ases. branchless, and Anlolne's vines have been hopelessly uprooted anO Oest.royod. Nearby are a few blackened uprights pointing to the sky like burnt lingers, n piJe of loose stones from tho fallen chimney, a forlorn heap of everything, cow become nothing, a confusion of eloquent and silent decay. Here stood the house of Antoine. And Antoine is a ppnsant, strong with the dried nr.d toughened stronf^lh of old age, stooped, leauing upon that broken hoe, a grotesque silhouette a.u'mnst Uiti pale sky of dawn, a silhouette of despair hi the hope of a new tiny. that Above him, close by the ruins of home, stands a" single slender du?rry tree somehow untouched by the fresh that bus green leaves a tree with and blossoms. From it sntne petals of pinlc flout down upon the blackc-nod stunts. It Is slow work this ditrjzing with a lrokcu hoe. Kut what can we do? Au- toinc begins the toil of the day. The red of the sunrise pules to blue. The two sons of Anioire, they would be a great help, bin they are gone; the borse too. "Hello, Bill I" It Is Playing a Big Part in the strange worn*, but plainly some .«/*»,. ;*,, n««« rt «o rt ,, * (form of greeting. Antoine looks tip. A round ret! face surmounting a smut- their looks are less eagerly considered. Finding and caving for war orphaned . ,, , r , , . , babies, fighting tuberculosis, re-estab- Billmgs of Grotou Mass., who taught u , B f sh ; au fVintnln Rnntjoiriitf nr Hin rlcntnTi .. "a*-" Captain Roosevelt at the Grotou school. The Bed Cross shopping service in the hospital has been commissioned hy Captain Iloosevelt to obtain a new uniform for him to replace the one-which was torn to pieces when he was wounded by fragments o£ a German shell. The piece of shrapnel which wounded Captain Roosevelt will he presented to Captain Roosevelt's father, Col. Theodore Roosevelt. --these are some of the big tasks of mercy which, thanks to American contributions, the Bed Cross sets for its There are 13 divisions of the Bed Cross in the United States. There is a complete organization at each division, with a great warehouse for the collection and shipment of all kinds of 1 Bed Cross supplies. Wliat does it mean to you to know that your America Bed Cross: s supporting 00,000 French children. Sends supplies to 3,423 French military lio*;l:.il Provides 2,000 Trench hospitals with surgical dressings. Is operating 30 canteens at the front line. is operating sis other canteens at French railway junctions, serving 30,000 French soldiers a day. Operates a movable hospital in four units accommodating 1,000 men. Is operating « children's refuge in one part of tlie war zone, and in another a medical center and traveling dispensary, both capable of accommodating more than 2,000 children. Has opened a iong chain of warehouses stocked with hospital supplies, food, soldiers' comforts, to- hacco, blankets, etc., all the way from the seaboard to tlie Swiss frontier. Has warehouse capacity lor 100,000 tons. Has 400 motor cars and operates seven garages, making all repairs. Mas shipped 40 freight car loads of assorted supplies to Italy from . France within two weeks after it began operating in the former country. Hud a battery of motor ambulances at the Plave front four days after the Cnited States declared war on Austria. Started a hundred different activities In Italy at the time that nation was In its most critical condition. Hns established flve hospitals in England and operates a workshop for hospital supplies employing 2,000 women. And that 120,000 cases of supplies have been received .at tlie Paris headquarters of tlie American Red Cross from your various chapters scattered throughout the United States. What does all this mean to you? And I Vvra i-rili ;-ja fmi «. traction of · ivjrk- ynur lied Cru.-ft :KI« J?!u t is doing. It means that M-i.-i-.s-".* i iiiis ceaseless, heroic woik of ti.-.r | American Red Cross, we could never .- in this war. Vi'ithuut yimr ReO Cross thousands in Rumania would have starved to death. \VHhout your Red Cross Italy woi:!i! never have realized that powerful siii 1 port of the United States in the h-jur ol need. Without you 1 ' Hcfl Cross thousands of French solders now fralJa.'idy fighting for you at the front iv.viij have died of winds, exrin-vura nv! lack of food. But no-,; we must all redouble our efforis and sacrifices for our Red Cross because--a million mothers' sons are going to carry the stars and stripes to the greatest victory God has ever given to men Bghtlng for honor and liberty. . With the help of your Red Cross your boy will win. teU canvns coat iK beaming upon the peasant from a considerable height This is then no coinion. A Horse of Iron. "Tine tor spring plowln', bo," says the stranger. Then painfully and patiently !D the French oC Columbus, O., he cy.iilains that this Is a tractor--a borse of iron--which will Oraw a plow of live shares, turuliiir five furrows at time, and here is the plow and bere, ' coupled on behind, is a great set of wheels trundling lumber wwush for-well, a siuiill house at least, Autoine is sure. Antolne's hoe is broken. About him lies the chaos of his ruined dwelling. Uis sons are somewhere off there on the firing line. Bat if tlmy shall one day come back to him and lind, after all, tho iields ib cultivation, a house-Antoine looks up--jirst at the cherry tree, dropping petals upon the blackened sio.')i-..s; then ai the si.'jlling face of the man who drives Uie liorse o£ iron. "And who, m'sleu', sends this great plow of many furrows :nid tlie lumber for a hcuise? Is it the good God?" "Oh, nonf, 1 mon sure," rej'lleij the man from Columbus. "Itee Ang com slab! uotliln' lil;o that, old lop. It's just the AiiM-k'an lied Cross. Which nue o' them fields do you want to turn over lirst, hey?" HER MOTHER She was just a tiny bit of a Freich child, not mure than three or four years old. She was wandering about the Casino at Evian quite independently and found herself in tlie line « repatriated children waiting to be .examined by the American lied Groa doctor. She may have been lost, bnt she seemed very happy, humming a vague imd wandering scrap of tune. "What she had been through, back where the German army rules, no one knew. Some of tiie grownups were weeping with joy to be among friends again. If came her turn to be examined. "What is your name?" the Eed Cross n.:; ;o .-tsked. ' M-ii .'elle," piped the four-year-old. ".'. ..c your other name?" "i- jc suis pas," the child answered, v.-itii the utter unconcern one reserves for trilles. ("1 do not know.") The nurse was bothered. She had a cord to flu out, :ind here was a child come back to France that did not know its own came. "Don't you see her there?" asked the nurse. "Which is your mother?" And she pointed to a whole crowd a* them. "Which one?" Marcellc echoed a lit- tie plaintively, and then she found her brave answer by climbing up into the nurse's lap, did this frenchwoman ot four years. "Ici, tout le monde est ma mere, t« sals" ("Everybody is mother to 'm* hero").

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