The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, May 16, 1918, Image 5

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    * “A Great Net of Mercy drawn through. * jj
an Ocean of Unspeakable Pain” jjj
eAmerican Red Cross "
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To Save the Wrecks of Humanity—To Fill the Hands Held Out to Us
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A MOTHER’S PROMISE
TO HER SON
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
My Dear One—I’m writing this very,
small and on the thinnest of pa
so that tightly folded it may slip
into one of the olive drab pockets of
your new uniform without encroaching
for the tiniest part of an inch upon all
the new things that you must have
there—the passports and identifica
tion slips and photograph, the knife
II i and pen and writing pad, the lists
1 and numbers and names and ciphers,
I the address book and the thin manual
| you have been studying so hard and
| the slim little Bible, for this letter is
H a part of your equipment, too, or at
' 4 least I like to think thut it is.
| I’m going to tell you in it Just one
or two of the things we’ve been try
H| Ing not to say in these last days. You’ve
’! said to yourself, haven’t you, that
■1 there were possibilities that I, thank
■ i God, hadn’t seemed to think of.
B i You’ve marvelled gratefully, haven’t
you, that I could say goodby with
I : dry eyes and talk about what we
Hi1 should do when the war is over. My
■^^—^jgi^there is nothing—nothing—that
Bi^^*can happen to you that I haven’t fore
seen in every detail since May, since
R the very beginning of it all. I know
that some of our men are not going to
R come back. I know—as I write this
In the room you love—that your fin
gers may fumble for this little piece
of paper in some dreadful hour, a
month or two months or six months
from now, just to read It over once
K more for the last time, just to feel
In your fingers out there in a shell
lighted battlefield something that I
lave touched—for goodbye.
| And thinking of all this for almost
j i year while you’ve been getting
R ready to go I’ve been getting ready to
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stay. Just as you planned I planned,
and I safd to myself: “When the time
comes for us to part I shall make him
a promise.” Dear one, this is my
promise, and I make It for the term
of your own—“for the duration of the
present war."
I promise you that while you are
away, whether it is months or years,
nothing except what I can give you
and give all the others shall fill my
life. I promise you that I shall de
vote myself, here in safety, to the
work of making what you do easier
and stronger and safer for you. I
promise you that I shall give—and
give and give—for the Cause! Not
the money I can spare, not the time
I have left when everything else is
done, but all the money, all the time,
all the energy I have!
Your whole life has been altered,
has been set to sterner and graver
music. So shall mine be. You will
'know self denial, privation and fatigue
while the war lasts. So shall I know
them. Even if black news comes, even
if the blackest comes, I shall remem
ber that against your brave heart this
promise is resting, and I shall go on.
And while there is one man among our
million and among the millions of our
allies who needs clothing and nursing
and comforts and solace for your sake
I shall not fail him.
Perhaps in God’s goodness this note
will come safely back to me In the
olive drab pocket, and we will smile
over It together. But, remember, until
that hour comes I shall be always busy
filling my own smalt place in the great
machine of mercy and as truly under
the colors over here as you are over
there. God bless you!
KJ7771—-^ '7/OT'
vuauiuuicu uj ucuifcu mu(,uu
WHEN A CUP OF
COFFEE TASTES LIKE
A MILLION DOLLARS
He Got His Cup and Then
Went on—to Death.
Through the establishment of the
line of communication canteens in
France the American Red Cross is set
ting records in serving hot coffee, co
coa and sandwiches to the troops. One
of these refreshment units made an
other new record recently, serving
more than 50,000 meals in one week.
At another a cup of coffee was served
e'sery ten seconds for a period of two
consecutive hours.
In a single week these lines of com
munication canteens often serve SO,000
American and French soldiers.
Soldiers in Box Cars.
Do our soldiers and their allies real
ly want this form of Red Cross serv
ice? A letter from a young American
aviator, a 1917 graduate of Princeton
University, is probably typical. It
might be added that this man has since
been reported killed after bringing
down a German Taube. “A 50 mile
train ride over here,” he said, ‘‘instead
of taking a few hours may take days.
When we stop at a Red Cross canteen
you can bet that a cup of coffee tastes
like a million dollars."
It is not always possible for a regi
ment to provide sufficient food and hot
coffee on these long Journeys, where
the men must often be packed stand
ing into unlieated box cars ordinarily
used for carrying horses. So imagine
for yourself the wnrmtli, the cheer, the
comfort that piping hot coffee and
good sandwiches bring to our boys aft
er a night on such, a journey I You
can just bet that it stiffens a man’s
courage. Your Red Cross Is handing
out this renewed courage by the piping
hot cupful.
A THE RED CROSS
i IS HELPING
5 IN
r UNITED STATES
3 ENGLAND
? FRANCE
£ ITALY
/ SERBIA
ARMENIA
RUMANIA
RUSSIA
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fhe Kaisef called the Ll. u;
On the telephone one day,
The Girl at Central listened to
All he had to say.
“Hello,” she heard the Kaiser’s voice
“Is old man Satan home?
Just tell him this is Kaiser Bill.
That wants him on the phone.’ ”
The Devil said, “Hello,” to Bill,
And Bill said, “How are you?
I’m running here a Hell on Earth,
So tell me what to do.”
“What can I do?” the Devil said,
“My dear old Kaiser Bill?
If there’s a thing that I can do
To help you, I sure will.”
The Kaiser said, “Now listen,
And I will try to tell
The way that I am running
On earth a modern Hell.
“I’ve saved for this for many years,
And I’ve started out to kill,
That it will be a modern job,
You leave to Kaiser Bill.
“My army went through Belgium,
Shooting women and children down,
We tore up all her country,
And blew up all her towns.
“My Zepps dropped bombs on cities,
Killing both old and young,
And those that Zeppelins didn’t get
We’ve taken out and hung.
“I strated out to Paris,
With the aid of poisonous gas,
The Belgians, darn ’em, stopped us,
And vvould not let us pass.
“My submarines are Devils,
Why, you should see them fight
They go sneaking through the sea,
And sink a ship at night.
“I was running things to suit me,
Till a year or so ago,
When a man called Uncle Sam,
Wrote me to go more slow.
“He said to me, ‘Dear William,
We don‘t want to make you sore,
So be sure to tell you U-boats
To sink our ships no more.
“We have told you for the last time,
So, Bill, it’s up to you.
And if you do not stop it,
You have got to fight us too.’
“I did not listen to him,
And Pc’s coming after me,
Vv'ii 1) ■ j million Yankee soldiers
Pro::: their homes across the sea.
“Now that’s why I called you, Satan,
For I want advice from you,
I knew that you would tell me
Just what I ought to do.”
“My Dear Old Kaiser William,
There’s not much for me to tell,
For the Yanks will make it hotter
Than I can for you in Hell.
“I’ve been a mean old Devil,
But not half as mean as you,
And the minute that I get you here
I’ll give my job to you.
“I’ll be ready for your coming,
And I’ll keep the fires all bright
And I’ll have your room all ready
When the Yanks begin to fight.
“For the boys in drab will get you,
I have nothing more to tell,
Hang up the phone and get your hat
And meet me here in Hell.”
—Speedex.
From Leo Zimmerman.
The following letter was receive'
•y Mr. and Mrs. Joe Wise from Le
immerman, who is mw stationed
it Camp Funston in the national
army.
Co. I, 164 Depot Brigade, Camp
Funston, Kansas, May 3, 1918.
Dear Friends: Will endeavor to
write you a few lines while I have the
time today. I received the gum and
smoking tobacco and many thanks for
the same.
There were a little over 10,600 new
boys came in here this week. Camps
Funston and the two quarantine camps
had 76,000 men, so you see there are
lots of us here. I have been out of the
detention camp for two weeks and
having been drilling negroes, in the
Engineers Service Bat, until now. Now
I am in the 1st Co. 1st Bat’n 164 Depot
Brigade or rather Skeleton Co. of the
Infantry. This is the place where they
put new fellows of different occupa
tions. Today I work in the receiving
barracks where they take in the new
boys.
I have seen several of the O’Neill
boys who have been here for some
time at different times on travels
about the camp.
When I am Standing Retreat at
night and the “Star Spangled Banner”
is playing, the first thing that comes
to my mind is the Statute of Liberty
and the American Flag.
Since I have been here I feel just
pity for the fellows who are still back
there sporting silk shirts and ties. I’d
rather be hanged for murder than be
in their shoes. I figure that I am the
luckiest fellow in the world to be able
to stand up as a soldier here in U. S.
and be a part of the great Country en
gaged #in the most honorable thing a
country ever undertook.
We have all awakened to what
the word “United States of America”
means and hope some of the fellows at
home will do the same. The fellows
who belong in Class 1A and get in
Class 2 and 3, I pity them after the
war is over. After this war is over
these fellows will have to serve their
time in the camps and wewillbehome.
These camps are built to Stay and
figure that every American from 21 to
35 or from 18 to 35 will have to have
so much military training each year.
Write once in a while.
LEO ZIMMERMAN.
Red Cross Sale at Emmet Friday.
There will be a Red Cross sale and
dance at Emmet Hall Friday, May 17.
The sale will take place in the after
noon and the dance in the evening.
Everybody is cordially invited to at
tend.
Fred Bazelman, Walt Wyant and
Frank Valla went down to Sioux City
Tuesday morning and drove back
three new Dort cars.
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Sixty Head Brood Sows; 60 to
farrow soon. Inquire if you want
a Bargain.
John L. Quig
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The Vapor Heater Co.
Chicago, 111.
Have an exhibit of their cook |
and heating stove burners in the j
city and are giving demonstrations j
of their heating powers in the build- 1
next to McManus' hardware.
These burners use kerosene oil I
for fuel and the citizens of O'Neill \
and Holt county are invited to call J
and see them in operation. Those in g
charge will take pleasure in demon- g
strating and explaining the burners. |
Now on Exhibition in this City
S Black Diamond, g
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T c. v "y fr: m cl"' r12 f .r a 1
M . . s i fids’ \ is in ;k- P
J .Ufa uli thai profit. g
ffl We will give you your money back and a g
if pair of new shoes “FREE” tc the wearer who fj
ml finds paper in the heels, counters or soles of a §
pair of Peters “Diamond Brand” shoes is our 3
jp direct-to-wearer warrant of quality on every g
§| “Diamond Brand” shoe and is the strongest i
P possible reason why you can concentrate your ffl
tHj buying with us. We sell solid-leather shoes i
ONLY and make quality the corner stone of §
p a profitable and growing trade on Peters g
P “Diamond Brand” shoes—the best for the
m price, no matter what the price may be. §
w Men’s Every Day Shoes, from $2.50 to $4.75 §
§j Lace or Button Shoes, from $3.75 to.$5.75 |
Black “Kid,” Cushion Soles and Rubber
P Heels, easy shoes .......$6.50 P
m Chocolate Fibre and Leather Soles, §t
I $4.50 to........$6.50 |j
About 50 Pairs of Ladies’ Shoes and
Slippers, odd and end values, at $3.50 g
and ......... $3.75
Assorted Sizes, Special at.$1.59 g
On Saturday, May 18th, One-Half Price i
Off on Percale. To the first ten customers, ||
between the hour of 2:30 to 3:30 p. m., 5 yards 11
of percale, 36 inches wide, worth 40c per yard, 11
$1.00. Only five yards to each customer. ||
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