Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1919-02-26
Heroic Women Garry Doughnuts
and Pie Where Bombs Are
Smashing.
PROUD record Of SERVICE
Earn Admiration and Gratitude of
Armies They Serve-Day After
Day They Stuck to Their
Posts, Ministering to the
Boys in Front.

Paris.-Tales of bravery and ex-
traordinary courage shown by women
working with the American and Brit
fsh armies continue to interest US at
every turn over here.
Day after day and month after
month, women stuck to their posts in
hospitals, in advanced dressing sta
tons. in work of ministering to the
boys behind the lines, without the
slightest show of fear or hysteria,
while falling shell and bursting bomb
tore up the earth about them.
These women have earned the ad-
miration and gratitude of the armies
they served. Among this big number
of courageous women are two young
members of the Salvation Army, Capt.
Louise Young and Lieut.. Stella
Young of New York city. They shared
the hardships and dangers of the
American doughboy in the battle
zones of France and are now continu-
ing their work of sewing on his but
tons, mending his clothes. baking pies
and doughnuts, writing letters home
and being a sister in service with the
First American army division, now on
German soil
Their record of work is 8 remark
able one not alone for the wonderful
assistance they were able to give but
because Of the opportunity they had
by reason of the confidence placed in
them by the military authorities for
service in the furthest advanced posi-
tons permitted to women.
Born Into Salvation Army.
These two young women were
virtually born into Salvation Army
work, for their parents for years
were working members of this great
peace army. They went to France
last February. The following notes
of their work, jotted down in diary
form, gives in part the interesting
story of work done by these two
plucky American girls:
February At last we are in
Francel We have quaint old house
for our canteen. and where do you
suppose we sleep? In dugout under
the house next door. say sleep,
but for several nights after we ar
rived here we didn't sleep much. The
village is bombed almost every night,
1.-TWO days after we arrived we
had our first introduction to real war
fare. We had just finished cleaning
up the canteen preparatory to OPEN
ing for business the next morning.
We used up a scrubbing brush and
several pieces of soap and a lot of
washing powder, but the place shows
1t. My arms feel 1t.
I'VE have gone to our dugout. There
Is something about this accommoda-
ton reminds one of wild animals
encrouched in hillside holes. This
comparison suggested itself to me as
] recalled the thousands of men In the
armies in France who live like moles
in the earth, in trenches, In dugouts,
in shell holes and rifle pits.
Thankful for Cots.
But we have army cots and
blankets and a wooden box for a
dressing table. with a supply of wax
candles. The candles and the cots
mark the dividing line between civili-
zation and the early covenants state.
How thankful we are for these
cots. How tired we arei We feel
quite luxurious lying here wrapped
in blankets. Hundreds of soldiers
passed through here today. I wonder
where they are now and what they
are doing?
what is that dreadful noise? I
never heard anything like ii in all
my life except once in the thunder
ing crashes of tornado out West
when I was girl of ten. l lit the
candle and dressed. Perhaps a bomb
had killed some of our people. / hur-
ried upstairs, where all was quiet.
1t is cold and damp outside, but the
moon is bright. I walked over to the
canteee. I lit the candle in the front