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Jan. 23, 1918.
WAR SAVINGS STAMPS
Baby Bonds for Quarters.
CUMMING HARRIS,
Assistant Postmaster, Augusta.
To carry out the plan of the Y. M.
C. A. campaign of thrift now being
conducted among the soldiers at Camp
Hancock, and to aid and show the men
a simple, safe and practical way of
saving money, arrangements have been
made to sell, on February 4, 1918. at
each of the Y. M. C. A. buildings, War
Saving and Thrift Stamps.
What they are: War Savings Stamps
are the answer of a great democracy to
the demand for a democratic form of
govel’nment security. They are “little
batty bonds.’’ Like Liberty Bonds,
they have behind them the entire re
sources of the United States.
A War Savings Stamp is sold during
the month of January for $4.12, and
when purchased it increases in value
each month until January 1, 1923. when
it will be redeemed for $5.00. At any
Rostoffice a certificate will be fur
nished without cost on which to affix
the stamps. This certificate contains
20 spaces. If these are filled with War
Savings Stamps between January 1,
1918 and, December 31, 1918, the cost
to the purchaser will be approximately
SB7-34; and on January 1, 1923, the
government will pay to the owner of
the certificate sloo—a net profit of
$12.66. Should it not require a year
to fill the certificate, the profit would
be greater; in other words, should the
twenty spaces be filled during Jan
uary, 1918, your profit would be $17.60.
The interest is computed at 4 per cent,
compounded quarterly. Should you
so desire, after making a purchase of
one or more War Savings Stamps, to
realize in cash on it, you can have the
amount of each stamp paid to you, plus
one cent for each calendar month after
the month of purchase of each stamp.
If you do not have money enough to
buy a War Savings Stamp, and can
only save your money in small amounts
you can buy a 25-cent Thrift Stamp.
When you buy a 25-cent Thrift Stamp
you will be given a Thrift Card to
which you can attach your Thrift
Stamp. After you have purchased 16
Thrift Stamps you can convert them
into an interest bearing War Savings
Stamp by paying in cash the differ
ence between the $4 worth of Thrift
Stamps and the price of a War Sav
ings Stamp,—this difference during the
month of January, 1918, would be only
12 cents.
The War Savings and the 25-cent
Thrift Stamps wilKbe on sale at each
Y. M. C. A. building on February 4th,
;md any soldier is invited to be on
hand at any time on this date between
the hours- 2 and 9 p. rn„ to take ad
vantage of this excellent q/td safe way
of starting a savings account in a
small way.
Quarters, like sheep, follow each
other. Start the first one right, and
you will be surprised to find how easy
it will be to keep it up, and how large
the savings will grow in time.
The local postoffice, which has the
Savings and Thrift Stamps on sale
down town, readily agreed to help in
anv way to make the campaign a suc
cess, and to this end the postmaster
will detail for duty at the Y. M. C. A.
buildings six of the young lady cle-ks
—not men- —to sell the stamps. Come
over, on this date and invest a
two-bit piece and get first hand in
formation from Unc’e Sam’s young
ladies on how to save* If you do not
care to start saving now, come over
anyway and get the information. You
know you would, like to get informa
tion from this source.
After you start your saving of the
Thrift Stamps, further stamps may be
purchased at the main postoffice down
town, or at the camp postoffice,—or,
maybe, we may have the fair young
workers of L T ncle Sam up again.
A SAD WEEK
The year had gloomily begun.
For Willie Week, a poor man’s -SUN.
He was beset with- bill and dun,
And he had very little—MON.
“This cash,” said he/ “won’t pay my
dues,
I’ve nothing herebut ones and —TUES.
A bright thought struck him and he
said, .
“The rich Miss Goldbricks I wiil
—WED.
But when he paid his court to her
She lisped, but firmly said, “No—THUR.
“Alas," he cried, “then I must die,
I’ve done! I'll drown, I'll burn —
I’ll—FBI.”
They found his gloves, his coat, his
hat,
A coroner upon them—SAT.
—Written, Wroten and Rotten by
Geo. T. Grove.
PLATTSBURG MARCHING SONG.
Oh, it’s not the pack that you carry cm
your back.
Nor the Springfield on your shoulder.
Nor the five-inch crust of khaki colored
dust,
That makes you think you're growing
older;
And it's not the hike on the broad turn
pike.
That drives away your smile,
Nor the socks of sisters, that raise the
blooming blisters,
It’s the last, long mile.
TRENCH AND CAMP
DOES THE CHURCH
STAND TO LOSE?
By T. A. Wigginton.
A study of surface conditions has be
gotten in the minds of many excellent
church members a fear for the future
of the church which is not warranted
by the observations upon which it is
based. These good people see the Young
Men’s Christian Association doing a large
part of what is being done for the spir
itual nurture and welfare of the -men
in camp. This work has made such a
strong appeal to the popular imag. nation
as to create the fear that this institu
tion will appear to many as a rival of
the church, and that it may, itself, as
sume that attitude; that the prominence
given the Young Men’s Christian Asso
ciation during the war will result in the
discrediting of the church when the war
is over; that soldiers and sailors may
get the impression that the church has
done nothing for them while they were
at the front, and may come home with
a contempt for it.
There are certain considerations which
lead one to believe that these fears are
not well grounded. A study of the spirit
and method of the work being done
should convince any unprejudiced ob
server that the Young Men's Christian
Association has no desire to appear as a
rival of the church; that it is as much
disposed ‘ now, as ever in its history, to
regard itself as an arm of the church
It is clearly aware of the fact that' its
work is made possible by the gifts and
co-operation of church people. Its sec
retaries are all church members, many
of those engaged in war work being
ordained ministers. Many ministers have
sought a share in its work because of
the definite conviction that it offered
the best opportunity for effective work
for the soldiers and sailors. There is no
disposition to give a subordinate place
tn ministers and chaplains working in
the camps and in the trenches. On the
contrary, the closest co-operation with
chaplains is earnestly desired, and the
machinery of the organization is used
for enabling visiting ministers to speak
to the soldiers under the most favor
able conditions.
If the fearful ones will look a little
deeper, however, they may find sufficient
ground for fear. This will not be found
in any purpose or plan of the Young
Men’s Christian Association, but in the
new point of view from which men in
the camps are coming to regard religion.
This is not because these men are in
danger of losing their grip on the fun
damentals of Christian faith. They are
deeply interested in the vital x things of
Christiantiy, but they have not much
respect for the “d stinctive differences”
which sectarians would insist were fun
damental. They are not interested in a
philosophical Christianity, but they are
deeply interested in a religion of power
which makes for clean, straight living
They are interested in Christiantiy, but
not in “churchianity.” If the churches
should fail to maintain a deep spirit
uality and an effective ministry, they
would find themselves discredited. If
the soldiery should come homo from the
war to find an easy-going formal type
of religion in the churches, they will
feel the same contempt for it wh ch
their experiences in trench and camp
have taught them.
CIGARETTES BAD IN WAR
By Dr. W. A. Evans
Parkinson ami Koefod, the former from
London and the latter from Harvard, are
not certain that it.is a good plan to send
cigarettes To soldiers.
In any war many soldiers give out be
cause they become breathless on exer
tion. Some have pains around the heart,
some have palpitation, and others suffer
from swimming in the head. Since this
war began a great many have been in
valided on account of these symptoms.
How many have been killed because
when they got it. bayonet distance of the
Germans they were winded, there is no
way of knowing How many have fallen
because in a p k< h they did not have that
extra ounce < f endurance which meant a
run for the money is purely a matter of
speculation.
When soldiers with these symptoms
iufve been invalided for heart disease the
examiners have usually failed to find or
ganic- heart disease or valvular disease,
ar.d they have entered the invalids as I).
A. H., or disordered action of the heart
—“soldier’s heart” or “irritable heart."
Parkinson studied the acute effects of
smoking cigarettes on some of these
cases, and only on a group of healthy
young men. They did not concern them
selves with the question of the chronic
effects of prolonged smoking. Each sub
ject smoked four or five .cigarettes as a
tegt. The amount of tobacco consumed
was forty-five to sixty grams. TWie in
crease in pulse rate of the irritable heart
group averaged nine beats; of the healthy
soldiers, six beats. The rate of respira
tion was not changed. The average rise
in the blood pressure was 5-10. The in
crease in diastolic pressure was 5.
The increase started in most cases soon
after the first cigaret was well under
way.. Generally the maximum was reach
ed as a result of the first cigaret. the
maximum being about maintained during
the remainder of the period of observa
tion. Inhalers were more influenced than
those who did not inhale.
The observers found that those with
soldier’s heart were more effected than
were the others. Smoking increased
breathlesness, pain over the heart, op
pression in the region of the heart, pal
pitation and giddiness. The observers
say: “The ’wind’ can apparently be ad
versely affected by smoking even with
out inhaling.
The conclusions are :/‘These observa
tions show that in health the smoking
usually raises the pulse rate and blood
pressure perceptibly, and these effects are
a little more pronounced in cases of sol
dier’s heart. Moreover, the smoking of
a few cigaretts can render healthy men
more breathless on exertion, and mani
festly does so in a large proportion of
these patients.
“Excessive cigarett smoking is not the
essential cause in most cases of soldier’s
heart, but in our opinion it is an import
ant contributory factor in the breathless
ness and precordial pain of many of
them.”
AMERICA!
What land was ordained by the God of
us all
Harbor of refuge for those who should
fall
Under the ban of punishment.
Into the web of discontent,
Bowed to the rules that never
bent ?
America!
What laud when oppression and tyranny
bore
Hard with the righteous and hard with
the poor.
Lifted the standard of Liberty;
Welcomed the sad and bade them
be
Glad in the home of the b’rave and
free?
America!
Whaf land among lands was there ever
so fair
Fashioned for mortals from God’s
Everywhere.;
Land that a Love from Heaven
wrought:
Land by the torn and tempted
sought,
' Land for which our forefathers
fought?
America!
What land from the glory of blue skies
above
Borrowed stars and bright stripes for the
flag we love;
Red for the strength of the glow
ing sun;
White for the jewels of Heaven
won:
Blue for thee of a day begun?
* America!
What laud through the ages of progress
and peace.
Lived for the right with a constant in
crease
Os faith in the God who bade her
be.
Ever alert and constantly.
Guarding and Freedom and Lib
erty ?
America!
Whaf land when the weak are trampled
and pressed,
And anarchy’s hand seems by evil pos
sessed—
Shall bend on knee to the God she
knows.
And give to Him the life she
owes,
The best of her sons to fight His
foes?
America!
—James B. Wright, Jr.
TO OUR BANNER—THE STARS
AND STRIPES.
Stars that glimmer as the moonlight,
Stars in your field Os blue;
Stripes in the whitest of ocean foam,
Stripes of the blood-red hue.
Flowing and rippling in sunlight,
Rustling gently at noon,
Softly silent at twilight
To be lowered and brought in soon.
O beautiful emblem of freedom!
Wrought of the stars and the blue,
Dipped in the blood of heroes,
Cleansed by the sun and the dew.
Out over the peaceful country,
Over litis free, brave land.
Rippling and waving in breezes —
Ever on guard you stand.
Out over the warring country,
Over this land so free;
Rippling and waving o’er battles.
The symbol of liberty.
Waving so freely o’er battles.
Flying on high in the fight;
Unstained —may you be so —eternal,
The emblem of honor and right.
And if so far from his homeland.
Far away from the land of the free,
Some soldier in tan should be lonely.
His eyes glancing upward shall see—
Against the background of sunlight
That Old Glory in triumph does wave
He reverently thanks God for the priv
iiige
To fight fob the flag of the brave.
Stripes of the palest moonbeams.
Stars of the cast and the west,
Stripes of the blood of heroes.
High o’er the land God blest.
I Soft as the sky glows at twilight
Blending with colors true.
Unstained and untrampled in battles,
Our banner, the Red, White,and Blue.
—By a Girl Patriot in the Pittsburg
Leader.
Contributed by Joseph Mclvor.
THE END OF A HOOVER DAY.
(Sung to the tune of “A Perfect Day.”)
I have come to the end of a meatless
day,
And, peacefully lying in bed ,
My thoughts revert in a musing way
To the food which today I’ve been
fed.
When I th’nk of the cheese and beans
, and fish
And oysters I’ve had to eat.
I've no regrets for the “good old
days”—
I really didn’t miss the meat!
I have come to the end of a wheatless
day,
I have eaten no cookies or pie,
I have had no bread that was made
with wheat—
It was made out of corn or rye;
And I liked it so well, when war is past
And a glorious victory won,
I’ll keep on observing “wheatless” days
And I’ll eat “corn pone” for fun!
—Oconto (Wis.) Enterprise.
EFFICIENT FRANCE
VINDICATES DEMOCRACY
BY WHITFORD H. SHELTON,
Instructor in Romance Languages, Uni
versity of Pittsburg.
The outstanding fact in any observation
of France at the present time is the su
preme concentration of every energy and
every impulse on waging and winning
the war. Unlike the United States, where,
for the great majority of the people, the
war is still only an unpleasant abstrac
tion, France is, showing the effects of
over three years of devotion to a noble
and patriotic purpose. It has become a
distinctly personal matter to every in
dividual, no matter how remote his local
ity, or how obscure his station. In the
quiet rural districts the war has laid its
heavy hand on every able-bodied male
and drawn him into the mighty armies.
But the work must go on; the crops must
be planted and harvested and it is the
sturdy, patient women of France, re
gardless of the burden of grief they bear
in their hearts, who make every available
acre deliver its maximum of food and
fodder. In the same manner the indus
trial centers have been stripped that the
armies may not dwindle, and here again
the women have filled the gaps in -the
ranks of labor and kept the fires burn
ing as brightly and the wheels turning
as busily as ever before.
It seems unlikely that the inconspicu
ous and unimportant provincial towns,
far from the bat tlefrants, should feel the
stress of it so keenly, but there is not a
one that does not foster some activity di
rectly connected with the all-pervading
war. There are literally thousands of
hospitals scattered throughout the land
where all the different degrees and varie
ties of physical and mental distress are
treated and cured. In this connection it
is interesting to note that among the
many hospitals for all manner of pur
poses there are also specially equipped in
stitutions for the care of the horses that
the war has maimed and broken. In ad
dition to all wounded sent back to them
from the trenches these people of the pro
vinces of France have been called upon to
care for the thousands of refugees from
ravished Belgium and their occupied dis
tricts of France, human wrecks who have
lost every earthly possession and suffer
the still greater anguish of the knowl
edge that those dearest to them are in
the power of the brutal and merciless in
vader.
Every seaport through which supplies
may be brought is the scene of a con
stant and feverish activity. Every ship
must be kept in motion; cargoes must be
landed and rushed to the front to make
way for others that arrive in an end
less procession. Munition and arms
factories in every section keep up a vol
ume of equipment rushing to the armies
in the field the like of which was never
dreamed before this war compelled the
the stupendous and lavish expense of
every variety of instrument of destruc
tion. *■
All of this gives but a faint idea of
the earnestness -with which France is
waging the war. but the moral is fairly
obvious: when the American soldier goes
to France and among the French people
lie must do so in no spirit of levity. Un
less he is to give a very unfavorable im
pression of our national ideals he must
give evidence of a seriousness of purpose
and a firm resolution equal to their own
in order .to make possible that unity of
effort and harmonious co-operation which
will be required if the spirit of de
mocracy is to be vindicated.
CHEMIN DES DAMES
The peorn below was written by
Marshall des.Logis Dumont (sergeant
of artillery) a few months after he
had participated in the battle of Chern
in des Dames. It has been reproduced
in various publications in France, and
is published through the courtesy of
the famous French sergeant himself.
He is now stationed with the Fifty
ninth brigade, 126th field artillery at
Camp Cody, Deming, New Mexico.
CHEMIN DES DAMES.
In silks and satins the ladies went
Where the breezes sighed- and the pop
lars bent.
Taking the air of a- Sunday morn
Midst the red of popies and the gold of
corn—
Flowery ladies in gold brocades,
With negro pages and serving maids,
In scarlet coach or in gilt sedan.
With brooch and buckle and flounce
and fan.
Patch and powder and trailing scent,
Under the trees the ladies v ent—
Lovely ladies that gleamed and glowed
As they took the air on the Ladies’
road.
Boom of thunder and lightning flash -
The torn earth rocks to the barrage
crash;
The bullets whine, and the bullets sing
From the mad machine guns chatter
ing;
Black smoke- rolling across the mud,
Trenches plastered with flesh and blood
The blue ranks lock with the ranks of
gray,
Stab and stagger and sob and sway;
The-living cringe from the shrapnel
bursts.
The dying moan of their burning
thirsts,
Moan and die in the gulping slough—
Moan and die in the gulping slough—
Where are the butterfly ladies now?
do it now.
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