The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-17

| He Was Ravins About HSuffrasettes."
ply in the negative a tall, slender wo-
man with soft, pretty gray eyes, dress
ed in a straight coat and sailor hat,
came toward me. Something in her
manner made me feel she could help.
She asked, smiling:
us there something I can do for
your"
L explained who was and my mis-
sion.
"'Why, certainly you can see Miss
Russell. I'll send for her, and, too, I
want you to see our hospital. It's
crude, but effective. We sometimes
handle a Thousand men a day. You
will be interested, I know"
She waited until Miss Russell came,
and after showing me 1.-The store"
which she explained was her part of
the work, she said goodby. 1t was
Lady Algy LenOx, the head of the hos
pital. herself Miss Russell laughed at
cher part Of the. work. Its all her
work." she declared. Lady Algy
hasn't been back to England since the
hospital opened, months ago. She is
the first one here in the morning and
the last one to leave at night. Dozens
of times each day she goes through the
wards, and she knows the mems
names, wounds and histories"
Later the head surgeon told me that
in getting the men straight from the
battlefield as they did, treating them
there and putting them directly on the
channel boats undoubtedly saved thou
sands of lives.
While I was there an ambulance
train from the front came in, and the
surgeon permitted me to see the men
brought in. 1t consisted OF car after
car of wounded and dying. The mud
was caked on their clothes. in their
hair and in their wounds, until, in some
instances, they could knock it or in
Jumps. An aseptic wound did not ex-
list. Many had received first aid, but
oftsner they came as they had been
picked up, straight from the battle
field.
AS was leaving, Miss Russell came
running out and asked If I would go
for moment into a small ward where
a German boy was very excited about
something, they couldn't make out
quite what. L went, to find he was
raving about ''suffragettes.'' He had
been warned by his mother in a letter
that there were suffragettes acting as
nurses in the different hospitals and
that when they got the chance they
gouged out the wounded prisoners
eyes. He felt sure he had been put in
that small room with another German
who happened to be unconscious, for
that purpose. He was only a Lad, not
more than eighteen, from the Polish
frontier, simple and ignorant. Hap
PLY for his peace, I was able to con-
vince him of the utter absurdity of it
ALL
Not only all the men in BouIogne
were wearing khaki, but women SO
clad were acting military chauHeurs
Often was puzzled to decide whether
they were young boys or women. IN
der the caps and in their smart mill
tary coats they looked like fresh faced
lads. While waiting for the train 1
saw one Of them change a tire. With
no help she did 1t in just seven min
utes. True, it was a demountable
rim, but that was good work. 1t inter-
ested me particularly, as even with a
chauffeur to help me I had never been
able to accomplish it In less than six
and a half.
4 waiting LOT the Ha'n TO pun OUT we
watched the khaki world about US, for
Boulogne was English, not French.
Mademoise11e said when the train be-
gan moving: LAS splendid and dazzling
as the uniforms used to be, L find this
quiet habit has a spen all it's own. 1t
suggests efficiency and eternal fitness
and is the badge of great conviction
,-AA-----eza.--