OUR RED CROSS DAY.

Lyttelton Times, Volume CXVII, Issue 17286, 29 September 1916, Page 4

OUR RED CROSS DAY.

When they stop you at the corner Of the city streets to-day, Don’t, for goodness’ sake, start g;Mmbling, And mumbling as you say, • “Oh, I’m giving, giving, giving, Till I’m nearly sick 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: Tho motto for the Red Gross Day is “Pay.”

There are hundreds, aye, and thousands, Of brave lads across the sea, Who are fighting, fighting, fighting, Giving blood for you aud me; Wounded, tired and heavy-hearted, Could you grumble ere yen parted With a shilling for the lads across the sea? . . Some are dying while you’re giving, Who would gladly go on living With their loved as you are doing here to-day. Can’t you hear them calling, calling, ’Mid the battle din appalling, For the little help that you can send their way P

So fill the bones gladly, Crowd around and scramble madly, For the privilege conferred on you to-day. ' What our wounded o’er tho ocean Suffer daily you’ve a notion, And you know they need this help From you and me; And if you grudge a shilling— What a pity all the killing Must bo done across tho ocean. Don’t you see? M.J.