The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1916-03-20

/ two men painted and gIared like tigers.
the Turk pinned on the bayonet ana
blood streaming from both of them,
He heather devil! shouted our man.
as he vainly strove to thrust the weapon
deeper into his adversary. Say your last
prayers, for the games up"
The Turk, foaming at the mouth with
mingled pain and passion, wrenched an
arm free and like lightning had his sword
in the others side. But his triumph was
oriet. Before he could complete the
srlsly business, a huge Maori, with
demoniacal peals of laughter, leaped
clear into the air and landed full on the
Turks face, almost completely fiattening
IL. The other man was saved "
Blinded soldiers abound in England
the saddest sight that one could see.
Patient and accomplishing, they set be-
fore themselves the terrible task of he
ginning life all over again, with the blue
light OF heaven shut out forever. The
streets are full Of fine, handsome youths.
cropping their way along
Into big hospital a boy was brougbt
mere lad of IS When he was stronr
enough to hear It, they told him that he
would never see again. Il don't mind &"
he said, and his brave smile was ma
thetic. But when the doctors turned
away, slow tears trickled down his worn
cheeks. Just a boy-very young and very
they let me die?" he kept whispering to
himself. And there are hundreds like
him today in England.
Sad scenes take place in all the rail-
road stations when the troops go of.
The women weep quite unrestrainedly.
sometimes faint, or cling despatringly
to the men. Into London omnibus
from the inky blackness of the streets
stepped little Jewish woman, pale
and fragile. There was a curious blue
ness in her cheeks, and her eyes were
heavy with fatigue. I saw that she
carried a huge bundle containing khaki
TUNES. My guV'nor works for a West
End tailor" she said, and mother and
I sew steadily for sixteen hours a day,
Sundays included. No. it isn't a gov
eminent contract-the boss does prI-
vate work for officers"
I learned that they had to ind"
their own thread, and that in payment
for over 100 hours OF work they re-
lceived-between them-from Sc to 81!
And there are thousands, too, like them,
| in London.
Another war slave" was a little, old
fashioned gentleman, nearing his six
ties. A clerk. very polite, very nervous
rather shabby. Il have to draw up
the wages in a big factory" he said
apologettcally, twisting his thin hands
together, and am doing the work OF
three men now. There's the national
health insurance question. the compli-
cation Of varying rates of pay, the fact
that the men are permitted to draw
part Of their earnings in advance, and
the constant cry for speed! I'have
two separate pay days to attend to
and sometimes I feel as II my brain
would give way altogether
HIS salary was S12 a week, nor had II
been raised at the outbreak Of war and
FeuTHfN uV1
| Many of the men pay get $50 a week"
he said, land the weekly average Of men
| and boys together amounts to SIS. But, :"
| smiling sadly, there's no overtime for
| clorks, and we've no trade union to help
| US II I were young and strong again
I'd be out with a hammer, working like
the men"
A pathetic, gentlemanly little figure
| another victim of the war
The cry OF the children comes to our
! ears, too. In country districts of Eng
| land many are taking the places OF the
men. and working far beyond their
strength. little 12-year-old boy fell
sound asleep in class the other day. His
teacher reproved him. A second time he
fell asleep
Johnnie" she said. when did you get
up this morning.
"At o'clock, with only a crust OF
bread for breakfast" said the child, and
was at the farm long before 5. I had to
clean out all the cowsheds and the sta
bles. and attend to the animals. We have
no men to do the work now, you see"
Poor little half-starved Johnnie-with
| his skinny arms grown used to lifting
heavy weights his stunted body doing all
the work Of men!
Yes, the cry Of the children is perhaps
the saddest sound in the England OF to-
day!