The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1922-05-10


What are. a few paltry miles of dis
tance! They can not separate you
| from that famine stricken land, where |
dead and dying children litter the city |
streets. They cannot shut out from
| your vision those hunger pinchcd !
faces and outstretchcd hands! You
can shut your windows, as they did,
! III very desperation, in the city of |
| Ervan; but the walls and means of |
little children, waiting in rain and
snow, by day and night, to be "pickcd |
| up" and clothed and fed, cannot be
| shut out of your heart.
From far-away stations, by the
| magic of science, our homes are being |
| filled with song, and story and music
for the dance. But there are mes
sages more wonderful than any con-
trolled by the wizards of wireless.
They are coming now from far away,
and the story they bring is burdened
with tears. The music is not for dane
ing, for those who make it can scarce
stand upon their feet. The song,
swellcd to chorus of woe by thou
sands of little voices that ought to be
musical with laughter, is always the !
same: Hunger! Brcad!" And with !
the pleading cry Of the children, there
comes Il voice sweet and solemn,
saying: "rhese are MY little ones
We are My Shepherds; Feed My
Lambs"
To catch these messages, every
American heart that has thrilled at
the laughter of Il little child or
throbbcd at its cry of pain, is the re-
ccivmg instrument, and the messages
arc broadcastcd to us from the very
thronc of Heaven.
No mistake can be more tragic at
this moment than for you to say, as
you read, "Thc call is not to me;
cannot | need not respond this
tine; others will give, and tic chill
dren will not have to dit"
There are no others-if you turn
away. The appeal has gone through
out the length and breadth of this
great land, and these "othcrs" have
heard it and some have given gladly;
but too many have said, 81 need not
respond this time" During the past
four months not. enough has been
| given to continue the care even Of
those children already gathered into
the hospitals and orphanagcs, while
thousands more are waiting to be
"pickcd up" from the streets and
countryside.
There are no othcrs-if you refuse
Armenia is surrounded by bankrupt
nations, on nations struggling to keep
themselves from bankruptcy. Eu-
rope is full Of suffering and need. Ar
mcnia's only hope is America. A
Christian race will die if America
fails at this crisis.
There are no others to love and
care for Armcnia's little children-no
others but you. The vast majority arc
orphans. Father is dead; mother, too,
is dead; sistcr--if not dead is pray
&mt and uncle, grandfather and
rrnndmothcr-all dead, the home de-
sroycd, and the lonely little girl or
boy has no onc-but you. You are
! father and mother and sister and
| brothcr--thc only one in whose heart
the sad little waif can now find
refuge.
How splcndidly you have given, per
haps, sometime in the past, and have
! brought health and laughter to some
| Of Armcnia'S sufferers! But for
every one saved then, at least, one
other was left without food, or shelter,
! you gave one meal q day last year
cannot live now if that meal is
stopped, A year ago the delivery Of
| supplies for the AlcXandropol orphan
age was interrupted between Novcm- |
ber and May be transportation diff |
cultics. Before April the children
had to be placed on half rations, and
by the first of May, on the very
morning the supply train arrived, the |
last mcagcr ration was distributed. |
During those sad weeks, when there |
was so little food at AlcXandropol, |
more than two thousand children died. |
If YOU withhold your gift now, the !
boys and girls you fed last year may |
be the very ones "scntcnccd to die"
Revoke the cruel sentence! Stop
the order to reduce all relief work |
twenty-five per cent! Thank God it |
is in your power at this Easter time
to give life in place Of death, health in
place Of sickness, laughter in place Of
tears. You can speak the wortd Of
Resurrection, which will call back
| some little child from the dark valley
Of shadow and food it's new life with
sunshine.
Two things will fill your Easter
Day with sweetest joy: the knowledge
that Armenia's children did not wait
for you, and trust in you, and appeal
to you in vain; and the voice of the
Risen Christ, the Lover of little chill
dren, speaking to your soul, and say
| ing, "Ye have done it unto Me. Ye
have done it unto Me-"
So deeply are we, publishers Of the
The Manning Times, stirred by the
tragedy impending among the 'inno-
cent children Of Armenia, that we
would feel heavy share Of response
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