FOXTON RED CROSS DAY.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1635, 9 November 1916, Page 3

FOXTON RED CROSS DAY.

The Mayor desires it to be known ilmf the British Red Cross Funds arc sorely in need of assistance, and a few minutes reflection will convince anyone that with the exceptionally heavy hospital lists of late (here must lie a tremendous drain upon the Red Cross funds. The Dominion has been asked to furnish assistance, and all over the country an effort is being made to help this most deserving cause. In Wellington last week nearly £(j,000 was raised, and every town in Xew Zealand is expected to do what it can. The 1' ox lon Patriotic Committee has decided that the proceeds from tin* Patriotic Shop next Saturday, the i.lfli hist., shall he devoted to this object, and it is earnestly requested that everyone in Eoxton and district will do what they can to assist both in sending goods to the shop for sale and also in buying from the shop. Goods of any description will be thankfully received, and gratefully acknowledged. Emit, vegetables, eggs, poultry, meals, cakes, tlowcrs, fancy sewing or plain, and donations. Anything that, one can spare will he a welcome help to provide comforts for those who are doing so much for ns. Although a street collect ion is not lining taken up in Eoxton, the following lines may move someone to leave a donation at the shop/. OUR RED CROSS DAY. When they slop yon at the eqrner Of the city streets to-day; Don’t for goodness sake start grumbling, And mumbling as you say: “Oh, I’m giving, giving, giving, Till I’m nearly side of living; Please remember who the money’s for to-day. Laugh and say: “Too sure I’ve got it,” Quickly dive into your pocket, The motto for the Red Cri _>SS Day is “Pay.” There are hundreds, aye, and thousands, Of our brave lads on (he sea, AVho are lighting, lighting, lighting, Giving blood for you and me; Wounded, tired, and heavy hearted; Could you grumble ere yon parted With a shilling for the lads across the. sea. Some are dying while you’re giving, AVho would gladly go on living, with their loved ones, as you are doing here to-day; Can’t you hear them calling, calling, Alid the battle din appalling, For the little help that you can send their way? So till the boxes gladly, Crowd around and struggle madly, For the privilege conferred on you to-day. AATiat our wounded o’er the ocean Suffer daily, you’ve a notion, And you know they need this help From you and me. And if you grudge a shilling, AVhat a pity all the killing, Must he done—ACßOSS —the ocean, Don’t you see?