Identifier: soldiersilhouett00stid (find matches)
Title: Soldier silhouettes on our front
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Stidger, William Le Roy, 1886- (from old catalog)
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ver and had gotten beyond his depth.The younger went in after him and bothwere drowned. Im sorry I brought it back, I saidhumbly. 104 SOLDIER SILHOUETTES He didnt notice what I said, but went on. Wife and I were broken-hearted. Theredidnt seem much to live for. We had lostall. Then came this Y. M. C. A. work, andwe thought that we would like to come overhere and do for all the boys in the armywhat we could not do for our own. And nowwife and I are here, and every time I dosomething for a wounded boy in this hos-pital, I feel as if I were serving my own dearlads. And you are, I said. And if themothers and fathers of America know thatmen and women of your type are herelooking after their lads it will give them anew sense of comfort and you will be serv-ing them also. And my wife, he added. You know the boys up at call her The Woman with the Sandwiches and Sympathy. Shegot her name because one night a drunkensoldier staggered into the hut and askedfor her. He didnt remember her name, but
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The boys call her The Woman with Sandwiches andSympathy. SILHOUETTES OF SORROW 105 she had darned his socks, she had writtenletters for him, she had mothered him, shehad tried to help him. They wanted to putthe poor lad out, but he insisted upon see-ing my wife. Finally, in desperation, seeingthat he couldnt think of her name, he said,Wan see that woman wif sandwiches andsympathy, and after that the name stuck. And as we knelt in prayer together therein the hut and I arose to clasp his hand insympathy, I knew that through servicethere in France, through service to yoursons, mothers and fathers of America, thisbrave man, as well as his wife, were solac-ing their grief. They were conquering sor-row in service, thank God. Yes, there are Silhouettes of Sorrow, butthese silhouettes always have back of themthe gold of a new dawn of hope. They areblack silhouettes, but they have a gloriousbackground of sunrise and hope. I tell ofno sorrows here that are not triumphantsorrows, such as will he

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