Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
JEWISH RELIEF PICNIC
Will Take Place at Richards Grove to Raise Funds for Starving in Eu- rope,

The Federated Jewish Relief Com. mlttee has left no stone Unturned in order to make the picnic and bazaar which has been arranged for July 23rd at Richards Grove, near New London, - successful one, as the funds are very muCh in need at present. For the appeals are numerous The cries Of help are heart breaking, and the cries Jr bread are maddening. Although the suffering of Jewish men, women, and children has been suppressed the re- lief committee has obtained the fol- lowing letter from an American war correspondent which has been travel ing with the armies in Russia and Galicia. And this is what he says:
 What IS there in bread that is driv- ing me mad2 My paper keeps calling on me for copy with little avail. can't think and l can't write-I can only see bread: long lines and rows of bread, and women, weak and emaci- ated with children in their arms. hun ry little atoms, all sticking their lft- tic slim hands forward begging and pleading for bread" l wish l had never gone to Warsaw then l would be spared the sight of these Jewish women lying supinely on their backs. too weak to walk. only strong enough tO lisp the word bread Perhaps then | would have retained my reason, and today been working on my job. The blOOd-sOakcd GOlgOtha's of Europe hold nothing interesting for me now. Nothing is news to me--nOthing sen sational-nOthing important save the giving and taking of bread.
 On the battlefield, a young fellow drops to the ground beside me. I stOOp down 10 inquire what has befallen 1im. He points to his stomach. l for got that he is wounded; his reference to his stomach brings back to me the vision of those starving women and children in Warsaw, Lodez and now and around Galicia. I run for bread In little while l return with a loaf l have stolen from the bar. -acks to bring 10 the bleeding lad Too late; the kid is dead. Now I real -ze that I have stolen bread for the lead, and the living are starving in Warsaw and Lodz. LOdz, it was there hat l heard the monOtOnOus monotone hat has taken possession of my mind.
 remember the crowd who kept pleading and begging and imploring ne, as an American to give them bread. Bread, bread, bread, is the one word of their life. I have seen women md children fight like beasts in the street for Q mOrsel of bread thrown way by some extravagant soldier. Is that melancholy monotonous mon )tOne that is making me insane? will give up my commission as cor respondent in @ few days. I can't stay lere any longer-I dare not The call Or bread" has gripped me like some rnd of shining. I beg it-I steal it.
 buy it by the pound to give to dying women, dead women, lifeless children. forget that dead people need shrOuds, hat bread is for the living. I will not tay here one moment longer; I have made up my mind to go back to my country, America. They are at peace they are generous, they will hear my ry they will give the starving ones iread.
 Ladies and Gentlemen, F'ellowmen md Women: We put this same appeal you of whatever race or creed you nay be. Help helpi human beings Ee1o starving. This is no time to ask