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Show Serve With A Smile. These are the days when few of us are free from bitterness. bit-terness. The scourge of the Hun has reached beyond the material devastation of Belgium and France to the very hearts of us whose sons and brothers and husbands and sweethearts and chums have been called to the sacrificial Altar of Liberty. Those of us who, in the circumstances governing the building of armies, remain at Jiome to toil and pray and give, are daily in the grip of fear and dread of the news from the battle front, in the midst of our tasks our errant er-rant thoughts are prone to wander away to "our boys" in this battle torn trenches. Our very souls are In the gip of mingled hate and hope and fear. But this bitterness of heart is an ever present menace men-ace to the efficiency of the service which we must render here at home. It is a danger against which we must build the barriers of our will. We must not let it supplant our gentler nature. We must not let i$ banish the smile from our countenance or sound a discordant note in our voice or introduce into our demeanor toward the public any taint of discourtesy, indifference, sullenness or any other trait of untrentlemanlv or unwomanlv deportment "Our boys" carry on with a determination to merit the, approval of those who love and hnor them. Our duty here at home is no less, to earn the commendation of those whom we serve. We must keep our bitterness buried within the confines of the heart and perform our tasks with "a smile and a voice of- gladnpss," so that it may be said of us, "they serve cheerfully and well." Just pick up your troubles, In your old kit bag, And smile, smile, smile. |