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Did one of these 200
letters come to you?
A DUSTY courier slid cff his motor-cycle at the big double hut
JrjL in a French town and tramped up to the canteen.
"Got a note for the secretary from my commanding officer,"
h? r id. He handed a piece of paper across the counter to a smiling
xniucie-aed man.
This is the note the Secretary read:
We landed here three days ago milesfiom anywhere.
Can you send us some supplies, especially writing
paper? This is the first chance the boys have had
to write home and we have no paper to give theni.
The older man looked up and grinned.
"Got you away off in the woods, have they?"
"I'll say they have!"
"Can you carry anything?"
"All you'll give me!"
From the shelves the secretary took big packages of paper and
envelopes.
"Too much?" He asked.
"It will be gone ten minutes after I get back I" said the boy.
"Tonight," the secretary went on, "I'll drive out a truck
with more supplies and a man to stay with you. And tell the boys
that if their letters are finished, I'll bring them back with me tonight,
and get them into the mails."
An hour later that motor-cyclist whizzed into camp, loaded
down with writing paper, and in ten minutes letters were being
written to 200 American homes.
Thu United War Work organizations know what letters mean
to American soldiers. They know that fighters want to get letters
and want to write letters.
So in every hut and on every 5;hip your boys find writing paper,
envelopes, ink, pens and pencils, and tables where they can get off by
themselves and tell the folks back home how things aie going.
Millions of sheets are given away free every week to American
boys overseas. That is why the letters you get from ycur boy are
written on the stationery of one of these organizations. It is one of
the plans to bridge the Atlantic. Help keep the letters coming I
Your dollars will supply a whole Company for several days. Dig
dcop today; help to bind together France and here.
Why you should give twice as much
as you ever gave before !
The neci! is for a sum of 70fc greater than any gift ever asked fot since the
world N-c.rfii. The Government has fixed this Sum at $170,500,000.
My giv ing to these seven organizations all at ones, the cost and efl.irt of six ad.
dir.Mial campaigns is saved.
Unless Arm-mans do give twice as much as ever before, our soldiers and sailors
may not enjoy during 1919 their i
3,n00 Recreation Buildings 2, Libraries supplying 5,000,000 books
l.lHiO Miles of Movie Film H5 Hostess Houses
ll'O Leading Huge Stsis .",i!0 Big-brother "secretaries"
1,000 Athletic Directors Millions of dollars of home comforts
When you give double, you make sure that every fighter has the cheer and
comforts of these seven oigani.ations every step of the way from home to the
front and back again. You provide him wiih a church, a theatre, a cheerful home,
a store, a school, a club and an athletic field and a knowledge that the folks buck
home are with him, heart and son 1 1
Yi.u have loaned your money to supply their physical needs.
Now give to maintain the Moiale that is winning the war I
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Dead Mail's Curve!
THEY climb nboard their loaded
truck at sundown, fifteen miles
behind the lines. They rumble
through the w inding streets, out on the
white road that leads to Germany I
The man at the wheel used to be a
broker in Philadelphia. Beside him sits
tin accountant from Chicago. A news
paper man from the P cinc Coast is
the third. Now they all wear the uni
form of one of these organizations.
The road sweeps round a village and
on a tree is nailed a sign: "Attention!
L'Ennemi Vous Voit! The Enemy
Sees You!"
They glance fur up ahead and there,
suspended in the evtning light, they see
a Hun balloon.
"Say, we can see him plain tonight!"
murmurs the accountant from Chicago.
"And don t forget." replies the Phila
delphia broker, "that lie can see U3 just
lis plain"
The packing cases creak and groan,
the truck plods on straight toward that
hanging menace.
They reach another village where
heaps of stone stand under crumpled
Walls.
Then up they go, through the strange
silence broken only when a great pro
jectile inscribes its arc of sound far
overhead.
They reach a turn. They take it.
They face a heavy incline. For half
e mile it stretches and they know the
Germans have the range of every inch
cf it. The mountain over there is where
the big Boches' guns are fired. This
incline is their target.
The three men on the truck bring up
their gas masks to the alert, settle their
steel helme ts closer on their heads.
At first the camion holds its speed.
Then it slackens off. The driver grabs
his gear-shift, kicks out his clutch. The
engine heaves and heaves and stalls!
"Quick! Spin it!" calls the driver.
The California journalist has jumped.
He tugs at the big crank.
"Wh-r-r-r-r-r-r-room!"
The shell breaks fifty yards behind.
Another digs a hole beside the road
just on ahead.
And then the engine comes to life.
It crunches, groans and answers.
Slowly, with maddening lack of haste,
it rumbles on.
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"Wh-r-r-oom!" That one was close
behind. The fragments of the shell are
rattling on the truck.
Now shells are falling, further back
rlong the road. And the driver feels
the summit as his wheels begin to pick
up speed.
Straight down a village street in
which the buildings are only skeletons
of buildings. He wheels into the court
yard cf a great shell-torn chateau.
"Well, you made it again I see!" says
a smiling face under a tin hat a face
that used to look out over a congrega
tion in Rochester.
"Yep!" says the driver glancing at
his watch. "And we came up Dead
Man's Curve in less than three minutes
including one stall!"
Later that night two American boys,
fresh from the trenches bordering that
shattered town, stumble up the stairs
of the chateau, into a sandbagged room
where the Rochester minister has his
canteen.
"Get any supplies tonight?" they ask.
' You bet I did !" is the answer, "What
will you have?"
"What's those? Canned peaches?
Gimme some. Package of American
cigarettes let's see an a cake of
chocolate an' some of them cookies!"
"Goshl" says the other youngster
when his wants are filled. " What would
we do without you?"
You hear that up and down the front,
a dozen times a night "What would
we do without them?"
Men and women in these organiza
tions are risking their lives tonight to
carry up supplies to the soldiers. Trucks
and camionettes are creeping up as close
as any transportation is permitted.
From there these people are carrying
up to the gun-nests, through woods,
across open fields, into the trenches.
The boys are being served wherever
they go. Things to eat, things to read,
things to smoke, are being carried up
everywhere along the line.
With new troops pouring into France,
new supplies must be sent, more men
and women by the hundreds must be
enlisted. They are ready to give every
thing. Will you give your dollars to
help them help our men?