Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 197, 29 June 1918 — Page 14

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RICHMOND PALLADIUM, JUNE 19. ISM

A FOOD MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN OF AMERICA

BY ALICE WANGENHEIM, Vassar College. , We're all trying to win the war, aren't wet Each of us In our own way, of course, for we can't all be soldiers and sailors, however much we'd like to. But are you sure you kcow what your way Is? That's why this message comes to you now because perhaps you don't know about the big way there really is for you to help. About Things to Eat and the War. You've heard people talking about saving food, haven't you? But do you know why? Here it is a real true story! Somebody that knew once said that our country was the greatest food store, butcher shop and grain warehouse in the world. Most of the other countries especially those in Europe though they grew big crops every year, never had quite enough to feed all their people, and so they came to us for the rest. We sent them wheat for bread, and meat and sugar and butter and oil. Then came the war. The European countries hadn't enough and then, to make it worse, the farmers all went off the land to fight, and the big farm machines weren't used for farming any more, and the trains were filled with soldiers so that there was no room to carry grain. The countries of course stopped trading with each other, and when they tried to send over to us, and to India and South America, for more food, there weren't enough ahi8 that they could get hold of, and a great many of them were sunk by German submarines besides. The United States had the most food and was nearest So they sent what ships they had to us. We promised to keep the ships moving with food for them. Then we went to war too! The Allies were depending on us for .food more all the time. Our own soldiers were going over. We couldn't very well let the Allies

and our soldiers fight for us over there without enough to eat, could we? while we stayed home and had enor.gh! Of course we couldn't! "We promised to send to Europe every grain of wheat we could save, and lots of meat and sugar and butter and cheese and condensed milk more than ever before. t And we did it, too we are doing it now. Not as wen, as we should be, perhaps we have to eat much less of some things like bread and cugar than we would have if we'd been a bit more careful in the beginning. But that must have been before we all understood. With, all this new need, there isn't any more bread or butter or sugar or meat In the country than there ever was. Somebody had to arrange how we are going to divide that food and to see that it was done. Last year President Wilson appointed Mr. Hoover to do this and bis department, which controls our food in wartime, is called the Food Administration. It has its head office in Washington, and a branch in every city and county in the land. Bread and Things Made of Wheat. Wheat is so Important on account of the bread and other things made from it that some people have said that the war will be won by the side that has plenty of wheat The Allies have not nearly as much as they need. Their crops have not been as good as they used to be, because the men are fighting,

for them. Isnt that all the more reason that you, who like corn bread and lots of other k.nds, and can get them, should eat them all you can? And don't you want to send your wheat flour to the poor, little-boys and girls of Fiance and Belgium? About Sugar and Swett Things. There are two ways of getting sugar from sugar beets or from sugar cane. The beet sugar used to como mostly from the great plains of Europe, but now most of the beet sugar fields there are in our enemy's hands. Cane sugar comes from the tropics much of It from the far-away islands of Java and Cuba. Cuba is where most of our sugar comes from, but now that our Allies cannot get as much as they need, we are sending part of this supply to them. So you see we must be very careful about sugar too, for there is not nearly enough for all, if we use it the way

we used to do. In France today every person can have only a quarter of what we each ate before the war. Cutting down a little shouldn't be very hard on us do you think so? About MeatMeat is scarce in Europe, because so many cattle have had to be lulled and so many then have been stolen by the Germans and because it is so hard to send from the far-away countries ihat have enough. Here again our country must come to the rescue. Already the "meat ration" of the Allies is being made smaller. If we want them to have enough we must see that we use less ourselves. And if they don't have "to eat their own cows there will be much more milk for the children. Growing children must have milk, you know, to keep well. How You Can Help. You can begin to help Just by re

membering for whom it is yott are giving things np, when you don't eat qurto as much white bread as you'd like to or a bag of candy. It's for the soldiers who are fighting for us over there in France, and for the Aliles, who are fighting with them, and for the little hungry children and their mothers, who are in the countries where the war is. Of course, remembering alone won't do it, but remembering such things is sure to remind you how little that slice of bread or piece of candy

I really means to you, and how very

much to them. And then you can ask at home for corn bread, and rye bread, and the other different sorts of "war bread." Explain why, and see how glad everyone will be to do what you ask. Try to eat more potatoes instead of bread and things like rice and hominy and oatmeal ire awfully good. Don't eat much cake or pie, or crackers or break

fast foods made of wheat you can easily find out which oues are by asking or looking on the package. As for cookies, there never was anything better than oatmeal cookies! Eat less candy, frosted cakes, puddings, sundaes and sodas, and les ugar on your fruit and cereal. You can still use maple Byrup and molasses and corn syrup as much as you like and fruit really makes a fine dessert! Tell your mother to look up all the list of g'd things that will give just as much strength as meat, and use them sometimes instead. Many people think we eat too much meat anyway. You can do these things, all you children! And surely it won't be very hard, if you think of the soldiers, and the thin pale little children of France and Belgium. Best of all. you'll be playing your part in winning the war and it can be a big part, too!

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. . wheat bread than we used to. That doesn't mean we can't have all the bread we need. We can have plenty If we like. But part of It must be bread made from other grains than wheat, that is all it can be

mirXlZSL 1 lou Ve no idea till you try how many kinds of bread there are. ' And in some of the countries of Europe they don't know about all the other kinds of grains, or else they can't get them, and so not wheat bread means no bread at all

They were marching away to give their lives if necessary, for their country and their country's people. Those boys in khaki were going to France in the monstership manned by their co-workers, the lads in blue. As "Red" stood on the crowded street, he watched, with tears in hi3 eyes, the long ranks march by. It was like a dream, never ending; so many of them there were. His brother Bill was among those men, the brother who had been his mother, father and brother combined ever since the death of his mother when the little boy he was only four years old. It had been eight years since then and the two boys had learned to confide in each other as though they were really parent end child. Now all that was left to comfort 'Red's" poor aching heart was Snip,

the little dog who had played with him ever since he had rescued him from the usual tormentors who sometimes wreck a puppy's life. After "Red" had tied tin cans to

his tail, to his heart's delight, and when he had been in the act of giving the little dirty dog taffy to make his jaws stick together, he had seen the pitiful look in the dog's brown eyes and had run away with Snip in his arms. From that time on Snip was "Red's" daily companion. At night Bill and Red would sit on the step talking while Snip lay at their feet. Red waved a last goodbye to the soldier forms as they passed out of view and then turned for home. Their pleasant little room had been changed for one smaller and in a dirty neighborhood, for Red could not pay the rent for the larger room. Red and Snip passed slowly past the old room, and Red thought of the good times which he and his brother bad had in that place then he turned and walked more slowly to his new room. As the months passed on Red sold papers for a living. This was hard work, for some days the sales were not good and he and his only companion Snip had not enough to eat Red was always thinking of his brother Bill in France who perhaps was fighting in the trenches. "Oh!" he said to .Snip, "if I could only help a Utile. You know, old fellow, I can't buy thrift stamps or anything to help my brother. I can't even Join the Red Cross. The boy could not even sell the furniture for it was not worth anything. Then he heard of the "White Elephant Sale," to be held to help the Red Cross. Contributions were necessary and the boy

it came up Red tried to put in his bid, but was soon downed. The bidding continued and Snip was finally sold to a lady for one hundred seventy-five dollars more than Red had ever seen in his life. He hugged Snip for the last time, and then walked away with his head bowed. As the lonesome boy sat on the step that evening he heard the report that some of the boys had returned from France, among them his brother. He ran to the pier and as the wounded Yankees were being carried in, he heard a man say that most of the men would recover because of their great strength, and the aid that they had been given by the Red Cross. At last he was happy. Bill was home gain and he bad given his all. THE TALK R.1D (Continued from Page One) growed de res' ob de way yo'self,

ah think. "Wen yo' kuz twenty-er-so yo' come t'yo' Aunt Sue an' Uncle Davey to break de news dat yo' wuz married, to yo other fokes instead ob yo' bruvvers an' sisters, an' de wusn't a row lak yo' thought they'd be, an', Marse, yo' marriedness has turned out lak de res' ob 'ems 'cept yo' daddy's. "Sue had taekn care ob yo' grandaddy's and' yo daddy's, an' yo' kitchen fo' ' bout eighty years. It wuz yo' Uncle Davey an' yo' Aunt Sue ya'd come to when you wuz young an' got hurt. "Marse; ah jest wonder eff Sue an' ah will go to de same heaven wot yo' daddy an' yo' granddady's gone to, cin yo' tell me? Ah hez done read de bible clean fru fo' or five time an' still ah can't believe dat Sue an' ah am good enough t'liv' in de same place. "Don't cry den, Marse Henery, ef

dah ain't na partr place 'tween de whiat fokes' heaven an' de niggers' heaven someday we'll all enjoy a life de bible says am everlastin. Den we all cin wurk an' play an' half ob us won't hefta nu'se de sick 'cause de won't be no sick t'nu'se, ah'm suah ob dat and we'll all be de 6ame as ekwuls. "Marse ,yo' hed jes better hoi' my man' tighter cause ah'se neah de crossin' ovah place yes derse Sue corain' down de ol' path lak she aster "Dere she's wavin' at me ah'se ?oin', Marse Henery, dere am de ol' ol fokes an' de older niggers it's all wun heaven ah'm a agoin' ah'll be dah in a minute, Sue Goodby, chil Henery, stay here while yo can an' den go t'heaven. God blessyo' Sue." And the old man stretched out his arms and me Sue in another world.

up Snip that BiU might live. Why

should he hesitate a minute when it came to sacrificing for bis brother? Bill might that moment be lying woueded with no one to care fo him. So it came that the last afternonn

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scene of the sale.' Snip was a very clean little dog the day he lay on a table in the market place and he attracted much attention from the crowd. At last the bidding tegan. It etarted at twenty-five cents, and as

Freedom's Greeting

0 stars of Freedom's banner bright That clustered shine in field of blue. From faint, far depths of heaven's height Your constellated fires you drew! From starry ways of ages down You bring the light of old renown! Greece first your dawn-bright radiance knew When Freedom's star rose o'er the deep, And Athen's glory full orbed grew When Parthenon crowned the Acropolis steep. The fame of Greece then brightly shone With splendor since through ages known. But kindled by Promethean fire O'er other lands rose Freedom's stars.

Unquench

Long may these stars undimmed still shine Li Freedom's glorious galaxy! Long may our land still be the shrine-

Whose statue stands at Freedom's gates

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