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After fifteen hours of slaughter the battle of Sol- ferino was over. The French and Italians had won. Victory! Yes, but at what price? More than fifty thousand men lay dead, dying or wounded on the blood-soaked field. Was it worth so much? What could be done to lessen all this agony? These questions were running through the mind of a young Swiss gentleman, Henri Dunant. The vic- tory did not thrill him, for he was neutral. His only relief was to have the awful carn- age ended. He did what he could to aid the sufferers. Help was indeed needed. For those wretched victims were almost en- tirely without medical care. And to their pain was added hunger and thirst. Filled with pity and horror, Henri Du- nant, all his life interested in helping the poor, weak, and suffering, went about the village of Castiglione gathering up volun- teers to help care for the wounded. The peasant women followed him: soon five hundred wounded men were being housed in the village church and one hundred more in the park. At first the women held back from aiding the Austrians, but Du- nant spoke to them, saying, Can these pitiful bleeding wretches, crying in agony, be enemies now? An enemy wounded is an enemy no longer. Soon the peasants spoke, repeating, All are brothers! All are brothers! E If this had been all Henri Dunant had done, it would have been enough, but he did far more. From ,his experiences came the idea of having a neutral group ready in war times to offer their services to the armies. From his efforts came the great Red Cross serving in times of peace or war, serving rich or poor, black or white, because . . . All are brothers! SO SORRY! By 1-mm POLLAY Cn September l, 1923, one of the great- est earthquakes on record struck the lap- anese Empire. The capital, Tokyo, was se- verely damaged, and over two million of its inhabitants were without food, clothing, or shelter. At that time the American Red Cross did everything within its power to alleviate the suffering of the stricken pop- ulation. One of the many thus aided was Sumuto, then a ten-year-old youngster, orphaned by the great catastrophe which had wrought such havoc with his native land. If the Red Cross had not helped him and his people then, thousands of them might not be alive to fight us now. By this last state- ment I don't mean to insinuate that we should have turned our backs and left the Nipponese to shift for themselves as best they could. I am merely stating a fact. But let us return to Sumuto. He is thirty now, one of Hirohito's veteran fighter pi- lots. His special, honorary mission is to bomb and destroy American Red Cross hospitals-hospitals from which the Red Cross insignia has been stripped because it only serves to make them so much more obvious as targets. The success of his achievements has been great, so great, in fact, that the American government, incited by the frequency of these accidental bombings, has put up violent protests again the Nipponese. To all of which the only reply is, So sorry, honorable mistake. INDIAN SKY By KENNETH KEHRBI-IRG ' Tall, swishing stems of bamboo swayed in the burning wind. A yellow parakeet swooped, and settled in a brown pat stalk near by, and chatted explosively to a scrub- by monkey squatting on the ground below. All at once, a warmer wave filled the air with discomfort and a suffocating, acrid smell penetrated the atmosphere. A hun- dred bamboo stalks suddenly burst into flame. The wind swept a bearded, flaming stem into the sky, and, presently, smoke reddened the rising harvest moon. 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I IBILLI I By BOSILY STI-IIN!-IAIIT My name is Bill. My life has been quite an eventful one. My first recollection is a bright sunny day. Many people were gath- ered around what seemed to be a huge tent and from the conversation around me I gathered that the circus had just come to town. Everybody seemed to be in a festive mood, and I was immediately impressed with the idea that the world was a wonder- ful place to be in. I overheard Uncle lim say that he didn't think he'd be able to keep me long, and I was quite upset until he turned me over to Alice. Alice was a very pretty girl with bright golden hair and a cheery smile, but I could see that there was a certain sadness behind her cheerful exterior. All day long she sat there at the entrance with the sandwiches her mother made to sell. I could see that she was having a difficult time making ends meet. As it began to grow dark, Alice packed up a few sandwiches that had been left and began to walk briskly down the street, taking me with her. After going a short distance I saw a huge Bed Cross sign over a doorway, which was A1ice's destination. I could sense how nervous she was as she walked up to the deskl Won't you please tell me if you have been able to find anything out about my dear brother? You said that I should return in two weeks, which would be to- morrow. But I'm so anxious I couldn't wait. A kindly looking woman at the desk smiled and asked Alice for her brother's name. Excusing herself she went over to a large file and a few minutes later re- turned. My dear, she said, I have good news for you. Your brother was able to get to an island after his ship sank and was picked up by a Canadian cruiser. Word has just been received that he will be home on a survivor's furlough in about three weeks. Tears started to run down Alice's cheeks as she cried, Thank God for the Red Cross! With a quick gesture she thrust me at the Bed Cross lady and said, I hope this will help you carry on your great humane work! You may have guessed by now that my full name is Dollar Bill. 0 SOUTH AMERICA By BARBARA onrnwm Here, lands of spice and charm Lie 'neath the spell of olden Spain Each country with its mine or farm With mighty hills or grassy plain. The high Andes rise in the west, Higher than our Rocky chain, Their peaks near the equator rest, Snow covering, they attain. In grains and fruits and meats and cane The plains give forth a monarch's feast. In the rich Amazon valley Between the peaks of the west and east. The Amazon, Parana, and Plata too Are mighty rivers clear and blue, With waterfalls of wondrous height Which bring to View a dazzling sight. Arica, a port in Chile, And Bolivia's Oruro for tin, ' And Ecuador's capital, Quito, Are cities worth mentioning. Potosi brimming with silver And El Misti romantic and old, Chile's thundering Aconcagua And mountains filled with gold. The history of this spacious land Is filled with tales and lore, Of wealth, romance, and adventure Which cover every shore. This is our neighbor and our friend: May this she always be, And may her wealth forever grow, These lovely lands of liberty. I ll! Q ...D fir. I-l51'lf3ll?t17al.' .41 22535-f11fiT3i'1il.t f -1-2 Ei 1v .V . 'iiif' I '-51:5 . , ' '- ' ll 1- v-, -1.1, ...- f If . . 1- - 'L '31, rgs2Qf'fj-,--. V tg, 'T2?',xi3 '5: 155255. .-gff.. V I :Cali l-Wg. 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