Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1918-07-30
RED Cross IS !.
ON THE JOB
DURING RAIDS
Aid is Given to People OF
Cities During Time Ger
man Airnen Drop Bombs

Washington, July 3O.-Writing of a
German air raid on Paris, one of the
American Red, Cross inspectors gives
a thrilling account of how American
troops and Red Cross workers gives
aid to the city in such desperate mo-
ments. He describes an air raid in
this fashion:
l., is there any sound but
the echoes of footsteps. Not a street
iisht is to be seen. not a single ray of
llght-nothing but the inkiest and
most impenetrable darkness. Then
all OF the noise of the world seems to
break loose. Clang-clang-clane
booms the tocsin-like a .gieantic
pneumatic riveter' working on a coll
losal bell. Whooo-o shrieks the siren.
running up and down the scale in an
awful wall. =
The streets come to life. Doors
open and slam shut. The siiewa1fs
are 1uil of ghostly figures hurrying
o~ards n caves. where the in
habitants have fitted up cots and
banks. They get up now to make a
sitting place for the new corners. The
place fills up. Everyone looks ana
thetfc, sleepy and bored. The chill
dren go to sleep with their heads on
their mothers shoulders, and a girl
IN the uniform of a street car conduc-
tor swaps war/yarns with a poilu in
dingy blue. In the last raid the front
trucks of her car were thrown from
the rails by the displacement of air
caused by an exploding torpedo. The
car n its inmates were unhurt., The
pollu looks a mite incredulous and
murmurs, I can we'll believe you,
Mademoiselle.'
Outside the noise continues for
about three or four minutes and then
sunsides as a new noise starts-the
Arches, or anti-craft guns, which
commence to bark furiously from a
half a dozen different. points. Search
lights rake the sky. The Arches con-
tinue their clamor, but they are not
firing at anything, merely keeping up
a Parrage fire to prevent the Boche
from flying over the city.
Suddenly there is an eartbrocking
Whom. No more doubt as to where
Whom! One involyntarily ducks
and tries turtlewise te cover his head
with his shoulders. A hideous noise
resounds up and down the deserted
street-falling walls, and the tinkline
and crash of showers of brokenfglass
and roofing tiles. ",
Through the glass and litter of the
street an American Red, Cross ca
moinette come ploughing it's way.
One of the city fremen stands on the
running board. They stop and the
fireman flashes an electric lamp into
the ruins. makes a hasty inspection
and then runs up the street and dives
into the redlight cave
Anybody here from numbers 40
to 81? he calls A half a dozen voices
yell out that there is.
numbers? Was there anyone left, in
either of those building?
There is an anxious calling back
and forth and a rapid counting of
noses. All here is the answer!
Good! Not much left Of those two
buildings. Don't enter the ruins un-
til thew have been inspected by the
engineering department. Go to the
Sisters Of the Poor; IL you want food
or a place>to Sleep"
"a vail and several curses com
pete, but the fireman is gone.
The Arches have stopped and
there are no more fwhooms, butt poo
pie stay In their cellars. It is5only 8
o'clock. and experience has, shown
that the industrious and methodical
Boches win keep coming back again
and again until after midnight.
"A half a mile away a bright red
glow gets larger and larger and lights
the sky. A FIRE has broken out In
the railroad yards and is making
great headway. Several cars OF oil
are burning iercely and spreading 10
cars OF merchandise. Half a dozen
american soldiers are working fever
lishly trying 70 set the Untouched cara
away from the IRE.
Two Of them have got hold OF a
switch engine and are shAnting out
whole strings OF cars.
do you know anything about
these French engines. sir?' asks the