New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-07-22
BAKE BREAD FOR THE LAND THAT GIVES YOU YOURS
after This the Houeuye Who Cannot Keep Cook
Should Tell Her Troubles to Uncle SAM He
Knous How 1t Is Because He Is Having
Difficulties inG Getting His OHm Cooks

a great many Russians among the bakers.
"Uneeda Biscuit! Uneeda UmformP
shouted Mr.. Fletcher.
You're right, bo," answered young baker
from the street as he made his way with
rush to the registration table-the first vol
unteer.
Then came rousing call for volunteers by
a sergeant in khaki, who called through a
megaphone:
take the ice out of your shoes and come on
and sign up TO bake for Uncle Sam. It's a
good job and good pay! Come on and make
hot bread for the boys who make hot bullets
for the Boches!"
And did they come? They certainly did.
Fifty-Odd of them in less than that many min
utes. The first man who mounted the truck
tore off his overalls and cap and threw them
to his comrades in the crowd, shouting:
"You fellers can have them white rags.
Khaki for mine"
A young baker and his sweetheart stood
near me, and l couldn't help overhearing their
conversation. l gathered that she worked
near by and that they were in the habit of
taking stroll together during their noon hour
'Why don't yer go an Ist?" said she.
"You know why DON'T" said he.
"Well, yer gotter go anyway later, like ez
not, an the way fgger it, this is about the
safest job goin' Ye see, We don't never git ter
the front this way; yer always at the back Wit
yer elbows in the dough. Git me?"
'Sure | git yer, but l amt goin' ter enlist
for any coward reason like that. 'Taint the
fghtin' l mind; it's leavin' youse."
Say, LISTEN I've jes' made up my mind
that this is where you git inter the war STUFF.
Right in the biscuit line! See? Now, are yer
yer acrost the street,"
"l'll go all right eff yer say So don't need
no skirt ter show me where git off-but say,
Name, you gotter promise right here and now
that no other guy
Listen, Bill, don't say no more. You know
me. Go on over there now with the other
ginger snaps" And he went.
When he was safely out Of hearing she
turned to me, and her eyes were wet.
"Say, lady," said she, "this war amt no ME.
is 1t, when yer see yer Teller signin' up ter
go million miles away from yer? Gee, it
amt no piel Maybe yours has went. Well.
II he has, Pm sorry fer yerl"
Meanwhile bakers blue and bakers white
were clambering aboard the truck Presently
the procession started back toward the recruit
ing office. Fifty recruits were enlisted that
afternoon, and others have been coming in
ever since, SO the officers feel justified in con-
tinuing the campaign in other large baking
plants.
The recruiting station at Thirty-ninth Street
and Sixth Avenue has been open only about
three weeks, and during that time fifty cooks
and nearly $50 bakers have enlisted-one-half
the required number.
Even though women are not eligible for
actual service, they can always help the re-
cruiting. Let each Of US ask our baker what
he has done to help feed Uncle Sans big
fighting family. Can he not spare one Of his
assistants, or even an apprentice, TO bake
for the boys in the field?
One hesitates to appeal 10 mans coward
ice at time like this, but, as matter of fact,
"Mame" was right when she said that it was
"the safest job going" man who enlists as
baker or a cook is relieved Of all military
duties save in cases Of emergency, and of
course, his station is always behind the lines,
where he is practically out Of danger.
So, come on, We bakers and cooks Join the
biscuit line and "bake bread for the country
that gives you yours~