Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1914-11-09
Monday, November 9, 1914.
What are you worth today?
Not in money. but in brains,
heart, purpose. character! Ten
yourself the truth about your
self.-George H. Hepworth.
Mothers of the World Ask Peace.

Mothers OF the Worio ASK reaes.
However much they may scott at
the .Impracticability'' of the plan into
every heart must creep a response Oh
sympathy for the movement called
.Mothers of the World Organization
The aims are to protect children DO
away with war, and promote ihoo-
sand Years of Peace" The wife OF
the governor of each state OF the
Union has been asked to take charge
of her particular territory and TO
signify her consent to the press that
the names from her state, as well as
the donations for the movement, may
be sent to her.
The simple details embrace Woria
police force controlled by The Hague
Tribunal, disarmament of powers, ana
a settlement of all international dis
putes by arbitration. The proclama-
ton of high purpose on the part or
this new organization contains the
following:
This movement is confined to no one
particular nation-to no one race-to
no one creed-any more than mother
hood is so confined, but for all the
people of the world if they but will.
We shall need volunteers and repre-
sentatives all over the world as much
as ever any army needed them. We
have no government to appropriate
fund toward our army or to place
tax on the already overburdened peo-
pie for the cause of peace; they are all
too busy with war and turning all the
money they can lay their hands on into
more war, which under existing con-
ditions are, of course, the only things
that can be done. Our course is, for
tunately. not so dependent on gold and
silyer-love and service are what we
need and when the call is issued for
volunteers we know that every mother,
sister and daughter will respond.
Obi Mothers. Mothers all over the
world. Heed the appeal of the inno-
cent little sufferers of all warfare.
Do not say, but I can do nothing"
Think of your own loved little ones,
and come to the rescue. Join the
Mothers of the World Organization for
the protection of the children AMI
away with war. If you can do Moth
ing but send in your name showing
you are in accord with this move
ment, then DO that. Mothers, daugh-
tiers, sisters, yes, and brothers, too, II
you but will, we need you all, for in
union there Is strength, and in union
we will win. Send your name with 10
vents for the organizing fund to the
wife of the Governor of your state.
To guard against fraud, do NOT
give money or donations to agents or
anyone representing themselves as be-
ing from 1.-The Mothers of the World
Organization" but send everything d.
rect to Governors office.
For appealing effect they offer:
One little sideIight on the part many
mothers and children must bear during
We have been assured of safety-But
OH my heart is fearfu1----the baby
is sleeping peacefully in the cradle at
close In my arms, while Jean, the oldest,
Is standing by my chair. leaning her dear
little head on my shoulder. All feel safe
In the protection of my mother love. AS
"A
what-what is that?" and | am almost
paralyzed with terror as | hear the
rushing OF great crowd and hoarse wild
yeils OF, Down, down, with you and
yours
Running to the window see the crowd
beaten back-the women and children
Great Heaveni-the women and chill
oren cut down and trampled underfoot,
ana the cry continues, Downtown,
with you and yours''
Frantic. grab my children and run
! Know not where--only to save my
pletely exhausted, and oh. the babies are
SO heavy. My feet are cut and bleeding
How my arms ache, / can not longer
carry the babies. STOPPING pick up my
row curse the fashions and the fool
tshness of women. Tearing the skirt UP
the back. I gather it up like an apron
and SO | carry my babies--Ohi
Heavenly Father they are close. oh. so
her too, for she has given out and hangs
close, and Jean, poor Jean, l must carry
dead weight on my hand. Jean dear,
m 1aa,sar little little, girl: try and run little
speak, they are on us / hear my daugh-
ter's agonized scream and the weight of
her is gone------I hold her little hand in
mine and part of a little wrist-the
cry Of my babies urge me on---How
we escaped / know not. Always l hear
the agonized scream of my little daugh-
ter-her hand and little wrist are tucked
my babies in my aching arms, l am look
Ing for my little one--it is growing
dark, l must find her before darkness
sets--Searching from group to group
my heart near fails me, but always l
hear the agonized scream of my child
II have found her! But, Oh dear merci-
full heaven! her feet and limbs have been
trampled and crushed---she is COW
cred with blood--Ahi she breathesl
Jean, Jean, my beautiful little girl.
mother is here. Oh Jean dear, look at
mama" / take her in my arms-she
means, then her eyes look into mine and
all the terror. heartache, and pain in the
world are in the one cry, mama" that
she utters.-
I am sitting with my dead child In my
arms.
"Oh God, dear God, Where is the peace
on earth, good will to menu"