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"She" can keep the family going. The profession of most women is housekeeping, and there is no lessening of demand for competent mothers and sisters and aunts and sweethearts to feed the hungry, bring up the children and strengthen the hearts of the faint. Every country that goes into a real war fights on the base line of the home, from which aid, comfort and love flow without cessation to the men in the trenches. The great work of the home which is the preservation of civilization must go on, war or no war. If the father is where he cannot take part, the mother must take all the responsibility.

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"She" can take a part in the industrial life of the country which will set hundreds of thousands of men free for the hard campaigning which they alone can perform. She has long been a workwoman in a factory, a saleswoman, a stenographer, a bookkeeper, a business woman- all these things she will keep on doing, and she will add innumerable tasks that are waiting for women to perform. In the great organization of the industrial forces of the country she will give indispensable help. The war cannot be successfully fought without her. New opportunities will open up to her, as telegrapher, department clerk or confidential secretary. She will have the most glorious opportunity in the history of womankind to share in the constructive work of business and of war.

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She" is wanted as an actual sharer in warlike operations. She will furnish the nurses, the experts in cooking, the storekeepers, the accountants,

the searchers for lost soldiers, the aids to the convalescent. She will offer to many a poor wounded fellow that touch of home and humanity which will coax him back to life. She will furnish courage to her man on the firing line and to some other girl's man in the hospital.

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She" will nerve the nation up to its work. She will hold the patriotic meetings and organize the women of her city or of her hamlet to work together for the common need. She will be brave in defeat, she will urge on after victory. She may be depended upon, whether maid, wife or widow, to bear her equal share of the sacrifices and sufferings, of the joys and triumphs of the national struggle.

What Our Country Asks of Its Young
Women

By Mrs. Percy V. Pennybacker, former President, American Federation of Women's Clubs.

THE bugle call has sounded; the women of our land are summoned to service in a "food crusade." It is hard for us in America to realize, in spite of word from our Government, that we are in danger of food shortage. If we do our duty by our allies and the neutral countries over seas, there will be this Fall a serious lack of meat, potatoes, and white flour. In this dilemma, the Government makes a direct appeal to women.

It becomes the solemn duty of every woman to keep before her the fact that this food campaign is not one of short duration. As long as the war

lasts, we must stand by our guns"; we must remember that for every man who goes to the front five people at home are needed to sustain him. Above all things, we must let it be known that no woman has the right to buy in large quantities and hoard food for the use of her family. Some one has well said that "such a woman is at heart a traitor."

There was never greater need for women to be sane than at this hour. There is no excuse for excitement or for hysteria. If our men are to give the best that is in them, we must keep the atmosphere of our homes sweet and serene. Remember, no sacrifice is a great sacrifice unless it is made cheerfully. Let there be no weeping, no complaining, no lamentation, when our beloved ones answer the call to duty.

It is the duty of women- the special duty-to see that no hate enters into our hearts. If we banish this monster, our husbands, sons and lovers will find it easier to shut their souls to hate. President Wilson has well said, "We are not making war on the German people." This is a holy war, and in such a struggle there is no place for hatred. No one who has lived in Germany, as some of us have, and has known the lovely home life, can hate the German people. No one who has been ill in Germany, as some of us have, and has received generous kindness and consideration, can hate the German people. No one who has studied history aright and has learned the contributions made to the happiness of the world by the men and women of

Germany, can hate the German people. As I sit in church on Sunday and see the Cross borne down the aisle, my heart is thrilled when I behold that now, side by side with the Cross, comes the Flag. At the altar they stand like twin sentinels guarding the Holy of Holies. I love to think of our America to-day as a gracious, beautiful matron. In her hour of peril, before the altar she calls her stalwart sons, she calls her fair young daughters, and says: "My children, behold this Flag, 'the Stars and Stripes'; it has been baptized in blood and sacrifice; it stands for liberty and love; it has never stood for oppression, for tyranny, for conquest. You were born beneath it; it has cherished you; I give it now into your hands. Guard it, die for it, if necessary, and die gladly, my children, but forget not that with this Flag I give you another -the Flag of Christ- the Flag that has said for two thousand years, and says to-day, 'Love thy neighbor as thyself.''

Civilization vs. Dramatized Barbarism

Adapted from an article by Will Irwin, in the Saturday Evening Post of October 6th, 1917. Used by permission.

ON August 17th, 1917, the Germans and Austrians residing in Bern, Switzerland, assembled at a church in that town to celebrate the Austrian Kaiser's birthday. I was permitted to see the show from the outside.

A highly spectacular and entertaining show it

proved too. I had never seen the German Army except in campaign uniform. I had forgotten how much millinery the German officer wears on state occasions. As for the Austrian dress uniformif such costumes were displayed for women's wear on the Rue de la Paix they would be hooted as loud and garish.

In the automobiles rapidly unloading before the church were women in their best finery, varying from Viennese smartness to expensive Berlinese dowdiness; but the birds of female plumage were dimmed by the glory of their males. As these peacocks of war dismounted there was a primping that would have seemed excessive in the dressing rooms of a Broadway show.

While they waited for service to begin the assemblage stood on the pavement holding reception. I have a feeling somehow that this was done by conscious arrangement, in order to impress the Swiss. Perhaps I wrong them. Perhaps they did it because they liked it. Every lady had her best new right glove kissed again and again. It was a wonderful, sumptuous show-neither Belasco nor Henry Irving ever staged a better. Every officer was properly saluted.

Yet on the whole the performance seemed lacking in spontaneous joy. One had a feeling that the Swiss crowd, standing silent about, were thinking of the contrast of the trenches. Finally bareheaded chamberlains in white and gold, who had been making a way through the crowd for important dignitaries, shooed the performers inside. For fifty

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