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The Evening Star MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1914.

Saturday in Dunedin was a, Belgian day

Ib was not tho first of its kind, ■ and in ali probability it •will not be tbe fast. It is, however, necessary that this fact should be homo in mind. Jest unconsciously we may cievot© to our local needs that which was plainly intended as an expression of practical sympathy for the millions of helpless ones who in a few short months have been reduced from comfoit and content to penniless wanderers amid tho smoking ruins of their devastated land. Hospital Saturday has become an established institution in our midst, and to its object the people of this City ami the surrounding townships have always subscribed generously. But it was not because it was Hospital Saturday that Dunedin decorated its streets, flew its flags, played its hands, told its flowers, crowded its thoroughfares' and gave its money. In ©very heart and on even," Lp there was bat one cry “Poor Belgium."’ Door indeed, but how poor only the few know. Men who have • followed in the track of the Herman hordes, and with their own eyes have seen ami heard, ale 113 know something of the desolation of abomination that has fallen npon that once peaceful land. Some towns, they say, are in ruins, and over t.icnr there broeds an uncanny silence Huge graveyards, with heaps of broken masonry, they seem to be, until from out the shadows there coma bent and cruelly fearful forms,_ who scratch among the mounds of bricks and stone of what was cnee their homes. Multiply those horrors —more terrible in their reality than any photograpli can depict—by tens of thousands, and wc may perhaps obtain a glimpse of the Belgium of to-day. The story is ono that bus taken possession of Uio hearts of the people the world over, and it is on© Hunt men ought never to hi die. When wo forget the sack of Belgium wo shall have forgotten what it costs for nations io bo free. How much of the estimated total collection should go to those whose sacrifices and agony" iiave called it forth may with confidence' bo left in tho hands of Mr G. C-. Israel (that tireless worker in good causes) and his noble band of brothers and sisters. But wo offer tho suggestion that ail over tho avexago annual collection for tho past four years would constitute a reasonable minimum basis on which to work for Belgium s quota. Nor is it necessary to attempt to offer thanks where and when every man and woman, from the youngest to the oldest, spent themselves from early morn to late at night in a causethat brings out ths best there is in ns, and in the presence of which all pettiness and affectation shrink into nothingness. Me make, however, ono exception. To Ilifi Worship the Mayor, without whose loyal and whole-eoulcd co-operation the demonstration would hardly have been the success it was, wo tender the thanks of those, including ourselves, who best know the nature and quality of the lesponsibilities that were hie.

Tho Cry From Belgium.

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The Evening Star MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1914., Evening Star, Issue 15663, 30 November 1914

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The Evening Star MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1914. Evening Star, Issue 15663, 30 November 1914

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