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GILLIAM OOUNTY'O RSD OROSS QUOTA 13 $10,039.00. IT WILL DE RAISED THE FIRST DAY IP EAOH ONE MEETS HIS OR HER O&LIQATION -r: ' 1,11 'Sit jlllJ "A Gnu Net of Mjhvy drawn th an Oooab of Uiunoh.all li S The American Red Cross I - HI ' XI WWm FORD CAR BRINGS A SHOWER BATH EVERY AFTERNOON Babies Crow Whiter is Doctor id Norse Sent Daily Baths From Door to Door. The Great Neighbor By JOSEPHUS DANIELS SMrcUry t4tkNav. , A- "Good morning. W hart coo to give the children their bath." this, of course. Mid In good French. Thea from off the motor car tilde a porta ble shower bath, carried Into the nous by doctor and nurse. . For the next half hour that Uttte cottage boasta of a bathroom In active service, for when the water la heated the blessing of warm, clean abowar pumped by the doctor fall on the head f Toung France, while the sure ecruba religiously and the darkening water bears witness of a whiter, clean er child. And as yon might well Imagine, the kiddles like It, except the last cold dash that the doctor slyly engineer by quickly transferring the aupply pipe Into a bncket of cold water for hygienic effect And what a blessing It it to these meek, tortured people, who for months have been with oat all of life's com forts and most of life's necessities, to be ministered to In this fashion It Is perhaps understandable to tbem that "lea Amertcalns" out of sheer pity might offer them that mea ger thing .that civilization calls "char ity." But to be clothed, fed, sheltered and cheered as they have been by oar Red Cross la more than they can un derstand. For they have seen a great miracle grow out of the darkest pit of human experience. They have seen bright light out of which has stepped the ministering angel who has tanght them to smile again. They are no longer sick. They are no longer cold nor hun gry, and now, wonder of wonders, this sane good friend has contrived In some magic way within the sound of the guns to. give them baths. BED, BATH AND BOARD IN JUNCTION CANTEEN Brings Heaven a Little Nearer to an American Samsrie. A mother who is a Red Cress work er In her home town gave to her chap ter the following letter she bad re ceived from ber son In France: "If you could have seen me yester day, when I left trenches which' the rainj have- turned Into open sewers, even you would never have known mo. I was mud from head to foot, so cov ered with crawling things that the poorest tramp in the world would bavt run from me;, and I fairly ached for rest. . "You see, 'my first furlough had be gun, and 1 canght a train for Paris, We were packed Into a freight car. Travel is so congested we spent most of onr time stopping. At last, when night came, we were dumped ont at a railway Junction with the Information that the train for Paris would bo along the next day. Canteen Like New York Hotel. "1 tell you 1 was discouraged.. The suddenly across the tracks from oar station I saw an ' American Red Cross canteen, and all my troubles were at an end. "Lots of people must have the same Idea of these canteens that I used to have just' little shacks where you were banded out a cup of sloppy cof fee. We are si I wrong. These Red Cross places beat a New Tork hotel for variety of service, even If they don't have the gilt furniture and tip j takers. Here Is what happened to me : "First I had a bath, a real one, with j plenty of soap and water. While I j was getting clean my clothes, every : stitch, were cleaned and ' sterilized, j Then 1 had a meal of real American cooking, actually sitting down at a ta ble to eat It. After that I went Into the canteen barber shop and bad a shave nd haircut Then, being a gentleman of leisure, I strolled Into the canteen , movie theater and saw some good American films. However, I soon torn- . ed In for the night Into a. clean, dry bed that felt like beaven-jume. , "And now this morning, aTw a fine breakfast 1 am sitting In the canteen - writing this letter to yon and waiting comfortably for my train. Ton Just can't possibly Imagine what these Red Cross women are doing for us soldiers nd for the French and English, too. Each canteen takes care of thousands every day. s . ' ' "They make as feel like human be- ings once again and give us the nerve to go on with this game of licking the Kaiser. And when we, with yoo can give a good share of the victory to tho American Red Cross." Ttey cam to The Maker of Bandages Red Cross Workers Solve in One Minute the Mystery of the Stony Hearted Mrs. Britt. A diamond la not the hardest thing in the world. A diamond will cut glass and bore through case hardened, tempered chrome steel, but glass and steel the diamond Itself too are soft compared to some things. The hardest thing In the world Is a hard woman. Mrs. Britt was such a woman. I have seen bard women In my time, but never one who was harder. She smiled seldom, and when she smiled It was like the glitter of Ice. She spoke Infrequently, and when she spoke her speech was the tinkle of ball on slate rodBng. She did not look as If she had ever wept In her life. Every morning Mrs. Britt appeared at th Red Cross auxiliary In upper Broadway. She was the first to arrive In the morning, the last to leave at nlgbt No one knew much about her, though. She was not the sort that make confidence. But that she was a worker a hard worker no one would dispute. Efficiency, as you'd suppose, was a trait of Mrs. Britt's. Are Efficient Women Hard? Efficiency -dreadful word that 1 How often hard women are efficient 1 How often efficient woman are hardl She was both, Mrs. Britt The moment she cam In at the door she had her hat and Jacket oft The next Instant she was at her place, her mouth set, grim, austere and hard hard at work. Prob ably she did her work only from a sense of duty. Hard women always profess that trait Duty, duty I But, then, few women are as hard as Mrs. Britt In contrast to her was Mrs. Farlow. She was soft and womanly and gentle the exact opposite. She was not very efficient of course, though she tried. Day after day Mrs. Farlow sot at the work table, her mouth quiver ing, smiling wistfully, the tears starting In her eyes. The bandages that come from her were often soiled and rum, pled, poorly sewn, too, by ber poor lit tie trembling Angers. It was a won. ler she could even see to sew at all Again and again what she turned In bad to be thrown away. But no one reprimanded her. No one even let fall a hint that she was more of a burden than a help. The hearts of all those women" ached with woman ly pity for the poor, stricken mother. One In awhile, though, In her corner at th back of the room Mrs. Britt would turn around and throw a glance at ber. The glance was as hard as rocks harder, In fact. Mrs. Farlow had a son In the Rain bow division. The son was the oldest of her four children, and until he went away the little mother bad been the r tpplest woman in the world. Now any day be might be ordered off to France. im I com By MAXIMILIAN FOSTER Of the Vigilantes. His picture was in the locket she wore. Every half hour she would stop her work to look at It Sometimes, her face wistful, she would show It to the other workers, voicing the anguish that with every waking breath she drew twanged hollowly In her mother's heart One afternoon Mrs. Farlow's oldest daughter came hurrying In. Her face was white. She had Just learned that the Rainbow division had been ordered overseas. Mrs. Farlow rose, her face tragic. One glance she gave about her, then she collapsed, sinking to the floor. In her fall she overturned a huge pile of antiseptic gauze Just, torn Into squares for Trlangulars No. 13. The room Instantly was In confu sion. Instantly, every one sprang to the mother's aid that Is, every one but Mrs. Brut. She rose and rescued the bandages under foot Then, her face hard as nails, grimly Mrs. Britt went back to her work. When Mrs. Farlow, still stricken, was led away to her car outside the drab figure In tbe corner was plugging away as mechan ically and methodically as ever. The one glance she threw over her shoul der at the weeping woman was almoat contemptuous. A hard woman, Mrs. Britt ; a heart less ono, too, It was agreed. for days nothing was seen at tbe auxiliary of Mrs. Farlow.' It was un derstood that In her grief and appre hension she was III In bed. Then one afternoon, pallid and quivering, she came in at the door.- She smiled wist fully when the others gathered about her. "Let me work," she appealed plaintively. "Work may help me not to think." Her Bandages Worthless. She took a bandage and tried to sew. She made poor work of It, how ever. Then her head sank on her breast nnd (he bandage slipped from her hands. "I can't oh,J can't I" she wept. Once more she was led away. The same thing happened three or four days latsr. A week later the mother wandered In again. By now the first of the troops were In th trenches, and her pale, transparent face was like a wraith's. She took a bandage; she tried to sew, and for a third time Mrs. Farlow gave In. . "Oh, my boy, my boy I" she walled. The next Instant a face was thrust Into hers. The face was Mrs. Britt's, and the hard, bony visage was quiver ing with 111 concealed anger and con tempt. "Sit down I Stop It!" said Mrs Britt. With one hand she thrust Mrs. to you.. " o Contributed by Frank Godwin. Farlow back on ber chair; with th other she thrust at her th half fin ished bandage. Iler ton as grim aa ber face, ah spoke, and again lb sound of It was like hall patterlug on slat, -you're not thinking of your son," she said. "You're Just thinking of yourself I" . . - - There was a murmur of remon strance. Mrs. Britt beard It, and she flashed a look about her. But when she spok again It was to Mrs. Fsrlow she spoke. Think of Your Sen. "You're not tbe only mother In this war," she said. "If you thought a lit tie more about them and a little less about yourself you'd be doing some thing. You'd be helping your son, for on thing r "Why,, what do you meant" gasped Mrs. Farlow. Mrs. Britt smiled another adamant. Icy smile. ?Your son. wouldn't die for wont of care. Any on of those bandages I've seen you ruin might save bis life. Any on of them might sav th life of some other mother's son I" - Mrs. Farlow shrank as If she had been struck. She'd never thought of II that way before. The silence, the grim reserve, which had cloaked Mrs. Britt seemed for a moment to oult her. MI ha iM n she said, her flinty vole biting out (lie woras. i naa one, but he died at Guantanamo. It was In th Spanish war," snapped Mrs. Britt "and there wer no bandages nothing. That's why he died. That's why I'm here now. It's to keep other women moth ers from becoming the sort of woman I sm." A harsh, brittle laugh escaped her, "Oh, I know what you think of me. Tv heard what you sold. Well," said Mrs. Britt "my son wouldn't have died like that maybe If I hadn't sal around sniffling and snuffling, never doing a thing." . . Then, her Hps Brawn Into a bony smile, she glanced shout ber once more and stalked back to her place In the corner. That eight Mrs. Farlow rose from her place at the bandage table and sought the table at the back. For the first tlnie that day Mrs. Farlow had managed to create half a dozen band ages, none of which bad to be thrown away. Timidly she held out a hand to the drab, dingy figure In the corner. "I I've done better today," she said timidly. Mrs. Britt looked up at her. Out of the corner of one glassy eye something welled, then fell, running slowly down her cheek. "He was only twenty. He was all 1 bad," said Mrs. Britt I in h i inn mm. V? Is",' s no return. If the world of toiling people is made a little more comfortable, a little happier, a little stronger for the struggle of life through its effort, the Red Cross is content And while it is not affiliated exclusively with any religious body, it is essentially a Lay Brotherhood arid Sisterhood of all denominations, putting in practice the teachings of all religions, unselfish service and good deeds. The works of mercy which it is banded together to accom plish are the result and evidence of its noble sincerity and inspiring faith. In the great emergency of the present war the Red Cross is doubly enlisted. In all it does to help us to win, it is help ing to save and maintain those ideals of faithfulness and honor, kindness and loyalty on which its own existence rests. And every man, woman and child who realizes this realizes the peril we are in and who can help the Great Cause in no other way, can at least support the generous efforts of the Red Cross. It is the best equipped agency in the world to bring succor in the dsy when only organized . and well directed help can avail. ; Knitting Women By KATHLEEN NORMS. ("Of on million sweater furnished by th Bed Cross to American soldiers, half wer mad by th bands of th knitting women of America." Jaouary Report.) We are the knitting women; weaving swift Our webs of olive drab and navy gray; We are the women, keeping thought away By this new work of love, this eager gift Through which our men, facing the bitter fight Under the stars of far and foreign lands, Shall know that still a million women's hands Uphold them in the darkness and the night We are the knitting women, knitting fast A web of love ; our million hearts are sent As one, with ev'ry marching regiment. Love's own democracy is come at last. High over stricken France the black smoke towers; Beneath it, in the hurry and the noise . Are eastern, western, northern, southern, boys, No longer yours or mine, forever ours I . We are the knitting women ; weaving strong A web of prayer; our eyes with tears are dim, But wife or mother, we shall search for him Across the seas, morning and even-song. Lord God, we pray look down on what we dot Bless this our work, help us to play our part The God of Battles Father, still Thou art The God of waiting waiting women, too! 25 TONS OF ETHER THAT'S ONE ITEM Only the quickest action Imaginable, which Included the shipment of tre mendous quantities of hospital sup plies from Bed Cross stores In France, aa well as large purchases In Italy, made the emergency work of the American Red Cross possible during the recent distress In Italy brought about by the rout of the Italian army. No such mission for human hlp has ever seen the like of this heroic work by the American Red Cross In Italy. For the winter's needs It was found that 750 tons of hospital supplies were required, and these were ordered In America for immediuie delivery to Italy. Some of the things ordered were an aesthetics, surgical Instruments, rul ber goods, enamel ware, gauze, ab sorbent cotton and drugs. Just what such a slilpwent means Is dlffloi!t for a layman to grasp. If you'd l.ke to see your druggist lose all his senses at once Just tell him about some of these quantities that were ordered for use In Italy, Tell him thai Sfti pounds of quinine were ordered. Since the war qululn has been difficult to get at any price, The Red Cross recognizes neither party, not race, nor creed. It is world-wide in seopa nd humane in purpose. It has no political nor economic ends to serve. It only asks where it can be helpful to men and women in distress afflicted by disease, overtaken by some sudden disaster or caught in the ordeal of war. There it finds its place and opportunity. There it springs to serve man kind. The Red Cross is the Great Neighbor.' it treats every man as a brother, and aks It has Jumped fr no S2.30 ft pound France to 180 a pound. (Julnlne Is very badly needed In Italy, and tills Red Cross shipment has beun nothing short of a boon. Other Items which give a better Ides in terms of the things which bieita most to the wounded are 19 tpns of chloroform end 'Hi tons of ether These Items sr beyond the power of the layman lo vlualle, hut he no come nearer to picturing 3.0(10 hales of absorbent cotton, th qnsntlty asked for. ' ' ' v' Orders for nil these ki.tfi for II sty were placed last winter P America, and tbe American Red Cr baa to It that shipments of eacu Item ar In process of delivery right kitng to r lleve the terrible mlsfnrtun of the people In Italy. ' j Over 1,000 Repatriated French." Arrive at Evian Daily. The number of "repatrlet" an riving at Bvlnn dally varies rwt 1,000 to 1,MW. Two trains -1 com Into this little town loaded witb these unfortunates, most of them cblV dren under fourteen years of age. Tii task that the American Red Cross hai undertaken Is th car of the Hull cblldr,n.