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Show CRUSADER OF MERCY TELLS OF WAR WORK American Girl, Ambulance Driver, Describes De-scribes Life at tbe Battle Front. There are .tens of thousands of British and French women today engaged in war work behind the swaying battle lines, yes and penetrating into the front line trenches when duty calls. There aro thousands of American women similarly sim-ilarly engaged, and the number is constantly growing, so that tomorrow will see perhaps a hundred thousand of our sisters and sweethearts throwing throw-ing their comparatively feeble physical physi-cal strength into the struggle that is consuming the manhood ot the world. How brightly burns the spark of the divine fire of chivalry in these noble women of the allied nations is made illuminatingly plain in the lead story in the May Motor, the national magazine maga-zine of motoring, entitled "The Crusaders Cru-saders of Mercy," by Miss Nancy Woods Walburn. In one of the letters, which Miss Walburn Wal-burn quotes from an American girl at the front, we glean the following: "1 wish you could see me now; the mud is ten inches deep here, and after four hours under my ear making repairs I am literally unrecognizable. We live in a hut or 'baraque' of wood with wood floors of rough planks, each with a tiny ' cupola ' curtained off as living quarters. We have a cot, but no sheets or chairs, tireless for days and no hot and often no cold water either for washing. In severe weather like now, duo to cold, we do not undress for a week. Once a week we get leave to go into the village for a bath." And after a further recital of hardships and hard work, this gently born American girl concludes: "And I love it; I, who have always loved my lap of luxury. Can you imagine it?" So the record runs, noble indifference indiffer-ence to self, as these women forego all the comforts of life, nay what they had considered the bare necessities, while they carry help to the suffering old men, women and children of France, and while they succor the wounded, often under fire, for the Red Cross' means nothing to the Huns except a target for bullets. Surely while civilization civili-zation lives it will not willingly let die the story of these magnificent woman who helped save it on the fields of France and Belgium. |