The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-05-06
The Red Cross House-a Place to Dump Troubles and Pick Up tho Small Gifts That Help to Make a Fellow Comfortable.

The sign of the Red Cross is ap- bearing in unexpected places in un- expected ways. In all of our camps and cantonments and stationed at each naval base, there is a man in a uni form of forestry green, with a red cross marking each cuff. He is a field director of camp service, for the American Red Cross; and as his chief duty is the meeting of emergencies both of the individual soldier or sailor and the camp at large-no one has ever yet been able to make a list of his activities.
 Here isva little naval tug, flying the Red Cross flag, chugging out among the schooners and steamers and Dat tie wagons around Newport News, on some emergency errand.
 Here are young Indian and cowboy soldiers who have doffed the khaki and put on war paint and eagle feathers or "chaps'' and somberos, charging around miles of open country about Camp Funston in a glorious warfare "got up' by the Red Cross man to take the loneliness out of an interned holiday.
 
 garden spot-Camp Sloane, named in honor of it's donor, Mrs. William Sloane-near Norfolk, Va, with the ragged edges of the Chesapeake jut- ting into rose gardens and bits of woods, with summer houses built over | the water and white sand bar within easy swimming distance-a house which the Red Cross man has just furnished and made ready for the first housefu1 of sailor 'convelescents from the naval base hospital near by. To this day, no one has yet found out how the Red Cross field director | at one of our naval bases knew that United States warship was due in from the tropics on certain morning when the wind was bowling and the frost biting on one of the bitterest days of winter. The sailors were still in their white clothes as they cast anchor; and when the naval tug with the Red Cross flag nosed up beside her, they wanted to know what she wanted. The answer was hustled up to them-an issue of warm under clothing, a sweater, muffler, helmet, socks and wrist1ets for every sailor aboard, a victrola with records, and magazines.
 This spring, when transport full of new soldiers from New Zealand on their way to war, came through the Panama canaI>and up by way of New port News, anchoring there for a short time, the Red Cross man was able to perform service; and another time +I 4< hS- rbS crate after crate of fruit and green vegetables went to board It was something more han mere courtesy tc Ethe young allies fin our waters. There was a great impromptu celebration or board, with much singing. The New lZea1ander commander told of it after Iward: these strapping young Anzacs sang, of course,s lover There" and when they came to the line, ''the Tanks are coming" they stopped and cheered like mad, throwing their caps into the air in their enthusiasm cheering as though they would never stop. They sang their own patriotic songs and then, as if to mark a cere- mony, sent thrilling into the air three long cheers for the American Rsi . l l W1ShSAs Sc1AO N1ACil SO11f- mander, "every American could have heard our men,"
 It was a French secret service mar who told the Red Cross field director about two French sailors who were seriously i'll with pneumonia, and theil ship about to leave. The Red Cross man had them taken to a hospital an6 sent them warm clothes and various things they needed services not more appreciated than the personal call.