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Title: "Ladies from hell,"
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Pinkerton, Robert Douglas
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, The Century co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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After the immediate effects of the slight gassing
had worn off, I returned to the front line, but for
many days thereafter I was intensely weak, and
my eyesight was badly dimmed. As a rude warn-
ing against future attacks, we filled bully-beef
cans with stones and hung them up and down the
trench, where a watch could shake them and an-
nounce the approach of any sort of gas attack, be
it by shell or cloud.
After our spell of duty in the front line we
returned to the rest-billets, where the rumble of
cartwheels told us that the post was arriving.
The carts were piled mountain high with mail-
bags such as you use in your country, each marked
for a certain platoon. Immediately there was ju-
bilation. The sergeant distributed the parcels
and letters, and cares and troubles vanished forth-
with. Cakes, candy, cocoa, coffee, cheese, butter,
books, magazines, and papers were all forthcom-
ing, and how welcome they were ! Some poor
chaps, perhaps not such good correspondents as
the rest of us, were forgotten by the home folks,
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After the day's work
A bagpiper entertaining his comrades behind the lines

MR. FINDLEY'S GRAVE 123

and they stole off into lonesome corners to take
what empty cheer they could from the random
bits of cake and candy given them by sympathiz-
ing comrades.
Let me beseech you never to send a man in the
fighting line a case of jam, or even a jar of jam.
Jam and mud are synonymous terms in the minds
of fighting men. They are fed up on jam. What
they want is some of this ready-prepared cocoa or
chocolate to which one need only add hot water.
Butter is at a premium. Cheese, likewise, is a
luxury. Sweet biscuits, hard enough to stand the
rough journey, are rare and welcome delicacies.
Helmets, trench mirrors, and similar personal ac-
cessories are always received with open arms.
The arrival of any packet from home is an event
of importance, so don't forget the boys whom you
know, when they are on the firing line. The re-
ceipt of a letter means as much to them as a trip
to the the theater does to you. A package full of deli-
cacies— well, do you remember what a package
from home meant to you when you were away at
school? Multiply that keen joy ten-fold, add to it
the urgent need for all such things, and you will
have a vague conception of the good that you are
doing when you send one of your boys in khaki
a little package bearing the brief but welcome
sign, "Made in the U. S. A."

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