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Show BED, BATH AND BOARD IN JUNCTION CANTEEN Brings Heaven a Little Nearer to an American Sammie. A mother who is a Red Cross worker work-er in her home town gave to her chapter chap-ter the following letter she had received re-ceived from her son in France: "If you could have seen me yester day, when I left trenches which the rains have turned Into open sewers, even you would never have known me, I was mud from head to foot, so covered cov-ered with crawling things that the poorest tramp in the world would have run from me, and I fairly ached for rest. "You see, my first furlough had begun, be-gun, and I caught a train for Paris, We were packed into a freight car. Travel Is so congested we spent most of our time stopping. At last, when night came, we were dumped out at a railway Junction with the information that the train for Paris would be along the next day. Canteen Like New York Hotel. "1 tell you I was discouraged. Then suddenly across the tracks from our station I saw an American Red Cross canteen, and all my troubles were at an end. "Lots of people must have the same Idea of these canteens that I used to have Just little shacks where you were handed out a cup of sloppy coffee. cof-fee. We are all wrong. These Red Cross places beat a New York hotel for variety of service, even If they don't have the gilt furniture and tip takers. Here Is what happened to rue: "First I had a bath, a real one. with plenty of soap and water. While I was getting clean my clothes, every stltcb, were cleaned and sterilized. Then 1 had a meal of real American cooking, actually sitting down at a table ta-ble to eat It After that I went Into the canteen barber shop and had a shave and balrcut. Then, being a gentleman of leisure, I strolled iuto the canteen movie theater and saw some good American dims. However, I soon turned turn-ed In for the night Into a clean, dry bed that fell like heaven or home. "And dow this morning, after a fine breakfast, I am sitting In the canteen writing this letter to you and waiting comfortably for my train. You Just can't possibly lirmglne what these Red Cross women are doing for us soldiers and for the French and English, too. Each canteen takes care of thousnnds every day. "They make us feel like human beings be-ings once again and give us the nerve to go on with this game of licking the Kaiser. And when we win you can give a good share of tbe victory to ttt American Red Cross," |