The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1918-03-14

hole below my right lung through
which the bullet had exploded. At
last | chewed through the strap of it,
and at length too, / was able with
my left hand, feeble though its move
ments were, to loosen the string of the
emergency dressing with which every
soldiers tunic is equipped in con-
cealed pocket. I was able to plug
roughly and only temporarily the bleed
cash. What if the supply of emer-
gency dressings had given out before
reaching me? If all the Red Cross
workers who handle surgical dressings
could realize even to half the extent,
the Importance, the vital Importance
of their work, there would be three
women to each job where there is
only one now.
You may save the life of your own
son, husband, brother, or sweetheart,
by commencing to work of the Red
Cross within the next hour.
ANGELS of Mercy"
ct could not die" We youngsters
who get into the trenches for the first
time, know that some time, Hometown,
some place, wer are going to get
"plugged." We are rather curious
about the matter. We see a man who
is wearing one or two or maybe four
or five of the gold honor bars on his
tunic cuff. We know the insignia Of
honorable wounds. We ask him ques-
tions. If he is a French poilu, or an
English Tommy, or a Canadian Canuck,
or an Amaze or yet Boer from South
Africa, he will tell you of the impos-
sibility Of dying once "they get hold
Of you" He will tell you of the treat
ment in hospital" Excellent He
will tell you of the doctors" Mag
nifcent. He will tell you of the
nurses" Angels Of Mercy"
Then ones own faith grows and one
tells the story. In while one is a
veteran too, with gold stripes and ex-
perience which lends color to the I'M
doubted facts. The Red Cross is al
ways 100 per cent. efficient. That eff
fciency is indispensable, but it cannot
be kept up without continuous and in
creasing support. Increasing, because
of the increasing offensive which we
Allies must take, increasing because of
the increasing numbers of our troops
in the field, increasing because of the
larger number of Hun prisoners we are
taking each day.
Mailing the Lie.
"The Red Cross sells the goods to
the men," Here is another hoary tale
of the German propagandist. This tale
has friend in too many women. I
have had it repeated to me under many
DISCUSSES. I have heard it from the
lips of the undeniably lazy woman
who did not care to make time for her
country's work. I have heard it pass
from lip to lip and gather force as it
went I can give an actual source of
such a story.
/ was having hand in a poker
game. It was near the end of the
month and my five dollars pay was on
its last legs. got in beyond my depth.
We are scrupulous to a degree in dis
charging all debts in the trenches.
Who knows that the next "Wee Viii
lie" won't get one of US, and think
of the dishonor of "going West" with
q poker lebt around our neckl
I was, speaking in the vernacular, in
the soup. l got parcel from home.
Against the advice l had given the
home folk time and again, they had
sent me three khaki sweaters. Here
was the obvious solution of the DIFF
fculty. A couple of fellows in my own
section wanted sweaters. They offer
ed to buy them from me. They were
my sweaters, not the sweaters of the
Red Cross. I got the requisite num-
Der of cents to pay my just debts.
That is the source of the story.
Bill got one of the sweaters. They
were exceptionally well knitted and
comfortable. He wrote home to his