DO SOMETHING.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 195, 28 July 1916, Page 1 (Supplement)

DO SOMETHING.

A STIRRING CALL TO FIGHT, WORK, SAVE, OR PAY.

By The Right Hon. WILLIAM CROOKS, P.C., M.P. In the tramcars of Sheffield there are placards: "Enlist, work, pav, do something!'' Now that we have conscription you may think that it is rather late in the day to urge everyone to do somethng it is not. The need is just as urgent as ever it was, and for this reason : You cannot conscript hearty willin cheery optimism, grim determination, or any other of the qualities which are needed to win the wa:. Win it we will, because the boys at the front have th-. necessary grit, and are putting their whole hearts and sou's into the jobbut don't leave it all to them. Do something yourself. If you are a conscript, then you'll not make a good soldier unless you undertake tlie job with a good grace now that the Country has decided that it needs you; you'll not be doing your best unless you make up your mind t) see the business through with a cheerful countenance. The same applies to all, men and women, whether they are actually employed on war walk or not. Everyone must do something ftgli!', work, save, pay. WHAT OUR WOMEN MIGHT HAVE SUFFERED. Do not think that we can ever repay the heroes at the front and) on the North Sea for what they have done for us, and for what they are still doing. It would be impossible. The hardest worker among those of us here at home, the most lavish philanthropist, cannot begin to repay ih e self-sacrificing heroism of the grandest men on God's earth —the boys who have saved Old England from the fate of Belgium land France Imagine, if you possibly can, this scene, which took place at a Belgian railway station. A train is loaded up with sOO young women, married and single, with hands outstretched and tears on their faces. They are beseechin ga neutral friend. "Where are we go : ng? For God's sake tell us where we are going!" they cry. Those eight hundred women have never since been seen or heard of. That fate might have been suffered by our own womenfolk. Our own homes might have been ravaged, but for the heroes whom it is our so'emn duty to help in any and every possible way we can. OUR BOYS HAVE GIVEN SO MUCH. "How do you feel, son?" I asked, kneeling beside a stretcher on which a wounded soldier lay. during my visit to the front. "All right," he replied. "I think I :1 be mil right, don't you?" "How long is it since you were hurt?" I asked. "Four days," he repred. 'But Ili bo better when 1 get my clothes off. won't I?" he asked wistfully. I turued away. I oowld not look the man in the fa-ce. 1 said to myself " What have I don,- that he should give all that life is worth to fight for me.^ Have vou ever asked yourself that question? Do so. Then redouble your efforts to do something. Th.e heroic merriment that I saw ">n every side among the troops at the front amazed me. It was one tlung to hear of it and another to sea it a 3 i saw it. There was not on? atom of downheartedness anywhere. A Tommy with the hump would be as difficult to find at the front as camel without en/2. i • . , How thev do sing, too, our lighthearted Tommies. And you must no. believe that they are always singing "Tipperary" or ''Keep the Home * iro< j Burning." The favourite song of all set,ns to be on,? with a- chorus like tin*

Tickler's jam, Tickler's jam, How I love o'd Tickler's jam. Plum and apple in one-pound pot-. Sent from Blighty in ten-ton lots. Every night when I'm asleep I'm dreaming that I am Having tea with Kaiser Bill And Ticklers' jam. To see the men going off to the firingline is. strangely enough, one of the funniest sights imaginable. Ono nii 0 i • think they were on their way to -i beanfeast. They cram into luggage vans and label them with all mann i names! One I noticed was dubbed "Hotel do Horsebox." THE PUP THAT ALGY BOUGHT. Next to the boundless good humour and "ay optimism at the front, 1 was impressed afresh by the remarkable ming'ing of the classes which ie war has brought about. I used to talk to the men about it, and sa\ - , tho Johnny'from Rotten l\ov, fighting alongside Snnthy from Beth - Green." This reminds me ot a stoi> Algy had a Bethnal Green man besioc him in the trenches. .<a d A g , know, Tom. I have been to the La ; Fnd mvse'f. Oh, yes: 1 wont thou and bought a bull pup- f l pounds for it, and when 1 got om I found it was not worth three shilling. "Oh. give us a fag." . Algy handed over a cigarette. ■'Give us a match. M«rv passed over a match. " Algy- I was the b'oke what done vou for that three qu-d. * One night at the font was lolatin? that story to some ot the boy.. ' n! J ' * fellow cared out. m heartfelt toi " Hlimy. SO I DID! ~-n-d I" happened to mention the ■ ■ strikes out there, and you should liav." seen the men s facos^ •'What do they mean." they . sk»u „,e "Do the fellows mean to got .i-> murdecpd and not give a That is tho point. A\ e giw onr groat-hearted warror, every poss bh chance. "Self" inu-t go by tin; hj»,. 1... It must be "ad tor lomnu and t... O'd Country" th. -e days What are YOC fh"ng? working, savin'.', or pay ng. J

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