The Omaha morning bee. [volume] (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927, 1922-10-21
'SDraW Out Thy Soul to the Hun
and Satisfy the Afflicted'

have only one hope of salvation from their nightmare Of
crucifixon. That hope is YOU-Amercans
Thousands persisted when Smyrna bathed in
torrents of blood. Now the city is vast sepuIchrc of
ashes. You do nothing for the dead But the lives
of half million others yours today for the pur-
chase. They stretching their hands to you now out
of the horrible pit. Lift them up to life!
The appeal in their behalf which comes to you from
The President of the United States is to be Needed be-
cause you of the great-hearted Americans to
whom his letter is written. The appeal from the Near
East Relief and the American Red Cross through their
chanen is to be heeded because your open to
such call for help in this terrible emergency. But
stronger than the cell of President, Of Relief Com
mttees stronger than any urgent words The Literary
Digest say to you, knowing well your lnailng
tenderness and quick generosity when the hunger and
sorrow and gaunt suffering Of mothers and babes cry
out to you to comfort and to them alivesonger
than all written spoken appeal is the hot eager de-
mand of your own sympathetic heart that can not
regard such bitter pain and need without straining to
the utmost for their instant relief
The picture is so full of terror and anguish words
can not portray it. Mark O. Prentiss, for the Near
East Relief cables: IL have terrible sights until
my senses numb but the sight of 100000 people,
mostly and children, being penned up and burn
ng and those escaping being driven to barren, devas
taed country for starvation is past all comprehension"
That in Smyrna. Hundreds of thousands more,
both Christians and Jews fleeing from persecution and
the sword, are crOWdmg the other ports or ASA and
the nearby islands of the awaiting death
In Salonk hundred thousand are herded in depor-
able confusion The city has been in ruins since the
great fire of 1918 and affords little shelter than
Smyrna. In the island of Mityene another hundred
thousand pennless fugitives have sought refuge only
to find there danger of pestience and more con-
venient harbor Of starvation.
Panic has seized upon the frightened wanderers.
Many have even cast themselves into the flames of
their own homes. Food is gone, water to drink
is at premium Families are broken up while parents
in frenzy of despair seek their lost children. Hun
dreds of mothers have given premature birth to infants
in the midst of terror and death. Haffed babies
cred with scurvy try in vain to draw noursnent from
their mothers empty breasts
Quick compassion is needed; delay means death for
scores of thousands who might be saved Something
heroic in giving is needed You not there in the
midst of the terror and the frantic for help If
you were, you would leap into the sea, if need be-
brave the flames, the sword the plague to snatch back
from death some he pless little child You
would not them perish in agony before your eyes If
YOU could them, at the risk OF your life.
Here, in this smiling land of comfort where your home
is safe, and your loved ones dwell in peace, that
terror and anguish of helpless and children
to you the and call to all that is heroic and
generous in your heart.
"Whoso hath this worlds good and seeth his
brother have need and Shuteth up his bowels of
passion from hm"-ah but the Master did not mean
you. Your heart is warm with compassion and your