POSTWOMEN’S WHISTLE

Southland Times, Issue 24869, 8 October 1942, Page 3

POSTWOMEN’S WHISTLE

Sir,—“Not a Postwoman” did not make his reply to “Wooden Whistle 1 drastic enough. By today’s mail I received a letter from a friend of mine m London who says: “We have been bombed out of our home, and have lost everything. You never know when your name will be on the next bomb. The devastation is terrific, but still we keep smiling, looking forward to the day when the surviving people shall again carry the banner of victory.” Oh, what a difference! Today we pay with tears, blood and suffering. Those of us who whine at the punishment are the shirkers. Others, though deeply regretting the beastly tragedy, have formed a deep resolve in their hearts that they will carry on no matter what the sacrifice. Do we find the true man or woman sitting whining? No. If we are prevented from doing our direct bit in the fight, or behind the front line, we can help in some way, instead of being full of criticism and prejudice and anxious to throw stones. “Wooden Whistle” would do well to read an article on what women are doing in New Zealand or to study some of the pictures of aged men and women being so cruelly treated by the enemy. Then, perhaps, poor dear, she may think a little. She should erect a sign over her gate: “Happy home for fault-finding germs. No colour, race or creed barred. Walk in and be at home.” These women who are stepping into the ranks to relieve our boys for noble duty are to be admired, not criticized. Get a fog-horn, girls. WORK FOR FREEDOM.