The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-04-09

CABLEGRAM, from American Women's Hospital,
Erivan: I'VE have S52 cases in the hospital and chill
dren dying in all corners of Erivan. All day long we
hear the walls and gOans of little children outside
the office buildings hoping we can and will 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 into the general wall was
plainly perceptible upstairs and had the windows
closed They well know what night in the snow
would mean to them. We picking them up fast
possible but it is fatal to crowd them to such point
that would lose even those already in orphanage.
Erivan-that one time prosperous city Of Armenia,
not far from Mount Araat famous in days of peace for
the peach orchards and vegetable gardens that sur
rounded it every side. Walk through its streets
today and here is what you will see: Children walk
ing through the muddy cutters hunting for bits of
orange peels, apple cores anything that once re-
sembed 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 doorways of the build
ngs wrapped in old burap bags, silent, perhaps
already dead, others sobbng unconsciousy in their
sleep They have been placed there during the night
by their mothers who, unable to feed them any longer,
have esoed to deserton as final chance to save their
childrens lives There is always chance that they will
be rescued by the Americans and is with this hope
that the mothers leave their little children, praying to
God that they will be saved by the kind and generous
Americans"
Has the story of unutterabe suffering of passionate
love and gratitude for what has been given that trust
ing prayerfu appeal for rescue of children whose lives
now depend upon ushas it all grown weasome to us?
Are tired of being "kind and generous?" Is there
no longer any sacrfical tenderness for little children
in our hearts? 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, who must act dictate, to
the sentence of death these thousands of
boys and girls who have believed to the last moment,
that we would save them?
Mothers and fathers of America it is not true! You
will not allow it! Your hearts have not turned to stone!
What are few paltry miles of distance! They cannot
separate you from that famne-stricken land, where
dead and dying children litter the city streets They
cannot shut out from your vision those hungerpnched
faces and outstreched hands! You can shut your
windows, they did, in very desperation, in the City of
Erivan but the walls and means of little children, wait
ing in rain and snow by day and night, to be picked
heart.
From far-away stations, by the magic Of science
homes being filled with song, and story, and music
for the dance But there messages wonderful
than any controlled by the wizards Of wireless They
are coming from far away and the story they bring
is burdened with tears. The music is not for dancing
for those who make it stand upon their feet
The song sweed to chorus Of woe by thousands of
little voices that ought to be musical with laughter is
always the same: "Hnger!-Bread!' And with the
pleading cry of the children there voice. sweet
and solemn saying: "These MY little ones; ye
My Shepherds; Feed My Lambs"
To catch these messages every American heart that
has thrilled at the laughter of little child or thrObbed
at its cry of pain is the receiving instrument and the
messages broadcased to from the throne of
Heaven
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