THE INFLUENZA FIGHT

Dominion, Volume 12, Issue 49, 22 November 1918, Page 2

THE INFLUENZA FIGHT

WITH 'OUR VOLUNTEER- WORKERS. "The rlny wastpd on others is not a day wasted on oneself,'' wrote Charles Dickons, the genial novelist, and this thought may bo a comfort to many a lired and harassed .volunteer influenza fighter. i "What in the world are you doing with yourself all day?" was the airy qitvtion put to a woman who iins been on (lut.y from ten to twelve hours a rlny sinco the epidemic began. "Mind you .hurry up, I'm very busy to-ilny." -said • another member of the "Never Think" brigado to a helper in >a temporary hospital who was rushing round with telephone messages upstairs and down all dn.v. The band of tireless workers who viisit stricken homes are also asked by tlio unthinking "where on earth they have been aUday." Some sidelights on human nature are amusing sometimes. One woman who was taken n jug of nourishing soup said that if she did not know who mado it she could not bo expected to drink it! "Barley water again!" said a bored young convalescent man. "Got any lemon in it?" "I'm afraid not—lemons are scarce just now," said the girl visitor, who felt considerably dashed by her reception. "Oh, well, better leave it; I may give it a'chance," said the . man. Two more l girls—"bricks," they may truly be called—finding n tub full of dirty clothes in soak in one house, took them away and washed them. They received no word of thanks from the woman who was the owner of them. Sho merely looked at tliein and said: "Suppose you'll bo round to-inorrow to do my ironin'." The Samaritans flod. Of course thero are hundreds of people who are most sincerely grateful for all that is tlane for them, as all the helpers testify, lien when heartbroken at the death of some near one and dear one never forget to thank the nurses and helpers for what they have done. Thero are' only a few instances like the above, and they are few and far between,