John Burroughs Middle School - Burr Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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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. 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WHAT A UNIFCRM WEL DO By umm: DOUGHTY lt was one of those satisfactory days, with a blue sky, alight breeze, and the afternoon off duty. Thoughts of home and family were uppermost in his mind. San Diego is a city where a young sailor can have a tremendous time on an afternoon's leave, but for an older officer such as he, it be- comes a little lonesome. A sudden decision to cross the bay to North Island and have a look at the planes and activity at the air field brought him eventually to the pier. The old boatman in charge informed him that there were no boats plying back and forth that day, but that his rank entitled him to a boat of his own. With some sur- prise and a certain amount of reluctance he availed himself of this happy privilege. You understand, this officer hadn't been in the Navy very long, and the consideration and prestige afforded an officer was a source of constant amazement to him. Crossing the bay was pleasant, but other- wise uneventful, and upon arriving at the air field he found it teeming with action. Everyone in sight seemed to be in fever- ish haste to be off to unguessed destina- tions, and he realized suddenly that could he secure a plane he would be in Los Angeles in a few minutes and have the afternoon with his family. He was at first disappointed to learn that the L. A. plane had just left, but he was offered instead a ride as far as San Pedro in a scout plane. He was told to run out on the field like mad lo - . 1- -Na. - is ., S.- as that plane was already warming up to take off. The pilot inquired of the officer if he had any luggage and when informed that our hero was going as is, told him to hop in. Twenty minutes later he was taxiing smoothly down the field at San Pedro. He was faced with the problem of reaching Los Angeles. No taxis are available for aimless traveling in war time, and upon inquiring of the gentleman in charge at the air field, he was told he could be driven up by station wagon to Los Angeles. But this officer wasn't traveling under orders and refused to take advantage of this offer. A ride in a dive bomber being delivered to Burbank was then offered as the next best arrangement, and was eagerly accepted by the officer. He was told to strap on a para- chute and climb in. The pilot made a good deal of conversation to the effect that he was just testing out this old crate and that he'd never seen one of these things before and he hoped the trip wouldn't prove altogether disastrous, but our hero looked him in the eye and asked him if by any chance he had a pilot's license, and when he received an affirmative answer, replied, Let's go. In ten minutes the plane was in Burbank, and our hero was in a taxi on his Way home. The taxi fare was the entire outlay in cash for the whole exciting afternoon. It just goes to show what a uniform will do!