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The American Red Cross
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FORD CAR BRINGS
A SHOWER BATH
Babies Crow Whiter is Doctor id
Norse Sent Daily Baths From
Door to Door.
The Great Neighbor
By JOSEPHUS DANIELS
SMrcUry t4tkNav. ,
"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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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. Britt smiled another adamant.
?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
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
Mrs. Britt looked up at her. Out of
the corner of one glassy eye something
welled, then fell, running slowly down
"He was only twenty. He was all 1
bad," said Mrs. Britt
I in h i inn mm.
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
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. ;
("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
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