Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-05-05
EDITORIAL from neL @~n Digest of ArILND
Sentenced To Die

CABLEGRAM, from American Women's
Hospital, Erivan: I'VE have eight hundred and
ffy-two cases in the hospital, and children dying
in all corners of Erivan. All day long we can
hear the walls and groans of little children outside
the office buildings hoping we can and VIII pick
them up. If the sun. shines a little while they quiet
down; when it rains they begin again. One day
when the rain turned to snow it was awful to
listen to them. The note of terror that~came into
the general wall was plainly pepcepdble upstairs,
and I had the windows closed They well know
what a. night in the snow would mean to them.
We are picking them up as fast as possible. but it
is fatal to crowd them to such a point that I'VE
would lose even those already in orphanage."
Erivan = that one time prosperous ctyxof
Armenia, not far from Mount Ararat, famous. in
DAYS of peace, for the peach orchards and vegetable
gardens that surrounded it on every side. Walk
through its streets to-day. and here is what you will
see: Children walking through the muddy cutters
hunting for bits Of orange peeas. apple cores. or any
thing that once resembled food; little boys and girls
sleeping in stables, with straw and manure spread
over their bodies to keep them from freezing to death;
or: in the early morning, deserted children lying in
the doofways of the buildings, wrapped in old burlap
bags, some silent, perhaps already dead, others sobbing
unconsciously in their Sleep They have been placed
there during the night by their mothers who. unable
to feed them any longer, have resorted to deserton
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There is always a chance that they will be rescued
by the Americans, and it is with this one hope that
the mothers leave their little children, praying to
God that they will be saved by the kind and
generous Americans
Has that story of unutterabe suffering of pas
sionate love and gratitude for what has been given.
that trusting, ~prayerful appeal for rescue Of children
whose lives now depend on us-has it all grown
wearisome to us2 Are we tired of being kind and
generous7" Is there no longer any sacrihcial tender
ness for little children in our hearts2 Is it time to
be rid Of the burden, to stop our giving. and So.
through the Board Of Trustees of the Near East Relief,
yho must act as. ue dictate, to pronounce the
sentence of death on these thousands of boys and
girls who have believed. to the last moment, that
We would save them2
Mothers and fathers Of America. it is not truel
You will not allow it! Your hearts have not turned
to stone! What are a few palhy miles of distancel
They can not separate you from that famine-stricken
land, where dead and dying children litter the city
streets. They can not shut out from your vision
those hunger-pinched faces and outsretched hands!
You can shut your windows, as they did, in very
desperation. in the City OF Erfvan; but the walls
and means of little children, waiting in rain and
snow, by day and night, to be picked up" and
clothed and fed. can not be Shut out of your heart
From PARKWAY stations. by the magic of science.
our homes are being filed with song, and story, and
music for the dance. But there are messages more
wonderful than any controlled 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 dancing, for those who make it can
scarce stand upon their feet The song, swelled to
a chorus of woe by thousands of little voices that
ought to be musical with laughter. is always the
same: ".Hunger!-Breadl" And with the pleading
cry of the children. there comes a voice. sweet and
solemn. saying: These are MY little ones; .ye
are My Shepherds; Feed My Lambs"
TO catch these messages, every American heart
that has thrilled at the laughter of a little child or
throbbed at. its cry of pain is the receiving instru-
III. DODGE, Treasurer, Room 1901,
ditord i, reprinted IN tM, neu,naper with the confident hone that the smp