LOYAL-HEARTED WOMEN

Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2467, 21 May 1915, Page 7

LOYAL-HEARTED WOMEN

TOWN HALL WORKERS AND THEIR AIDS. " : Who can measure tlie deep devotion of the ladies who have attended at the Town Hall day after day almost since the war began, seeking little other diversion than to make and pack comforts for our soldiers at the front? Now that the time for genuine sacrifice has arrived, and our men are battling against a formidable and remorseless foe day in and out, it is fitting that the noble work those women have done and still are doing should be mentioned, and in that category should come those ladies who have worked diligently at home in the same good cause. There is no great achievement in a lady with a pertain amount of leisure interesting herself in the work for a day or two, but there are no words of praise good_ enough to express the public's admiration for those who have stuck to the work week after week since August last, and who seem to have becomo part and parcel of tho Town Hall staff

Visited during a breathing space yesterday, caused by the completion of tho work of fitting out tho stationary hospital with comforts such as pyjamas, socks, handkerchiefs, wooilcn caps, bed socks (of wool and blanketing), etc., the usually spick and span Council Chamber presented an interesting appearance. In place of the formal order papers, foolscap sheets, and gum-pots, the entiro chamber was littered with snippets of flannel, tape, cotton, etc., which gave it the appearance of a dressmaking factory after a heavy day's work. . .

"There," said one lady, pointing to half-a-dozen great parcels, "are the goods left over from tho stationary hospital—splendid stuff of ths best quality. Now we are waiting to see what wo are to do for the Hospital Ship. Ladies have been here to-day, plenty of them, begging for work to do, and wnen wo n-et°to know exactly what is wanted thero will be no trouble in getting it done. . . Now,' won't somo poor fellow look nico in these blue bed socks! . . . I have a son in tho Dardanelles, poor boy. . . No, I have not heard from liim. I don't'want to—no news is good news, I hope. . . I don't know what I would do at home all day thinking, thinking, po I come down here and work my hardest. It is as much a distraction as anything else, and it is good to think we are able to do ever so little for those poor lads who are in the thick of the Trav. . . Oh, how 1 wish it would all end!"

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