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     Six Canadian 
     
     Civilians Back 
     
     From Europe 
     
    
   
   
    
     OTTAWA, MAY l. -— (C? - Rt- 
     
     their 
     
    
   
   
    
     If H Convent in Quvbe 
     
     gvho g2?! been interned in Fran‘??? 
     
    
   
   
    
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     kxgnlh the southern Atlantic; luv. 
     
     Leo Verret 0i! Eldrnurlston, N 3.. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Bret-agnevllle, 
     
    
   
   
    
     g _ u-sv ille. . 
     
     ll/lslwsnd her son Paul of Vim- 
     
     couver, who had been under Ger- 
     
     man surveillance in Belfllum 
     
     Sister Clare de Jesus is believed 
     
     ‘an nun to return to 
     
    
   
   
    
     mom-controlled Belfllllm 
     
    

    
     The Sister told how she had been 
     
     interned in December, i940. WW" 
     
     nine French-Canadian 8nd n” 
     
     British nun; st a wornens wnfiig; 
     
     tretlon camp st Behscon, near v: 
     
     sns Irontier We!’ 1B!" W" 
     
     moved i0 Vii/kl. l the 
     
    

    
     she told also how nuns n‘ of 
     
     different camps and other WA?” d 
     
     occupied 13111000 hflped e 
     
     pflssigemsaifiacllpewus me Ell-tiers 0* 
     
     Charity in Metz. Fringe. 2M0 
     
     “elm 5°“ Hem Gm; haiku‘; 
     
     from that fortress alongth l made 
     
     French officers. “he Meant‘) aid 
     
     their way w "Wiht-‘rflfs advance 
     
     the Allies in their vico 0 and 
     
     against the Nag ganisons 
     
     forces there. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Says New Guinea 
     
     Ii ilrinkied Hall 
     
     0i Bush, Swamp 
     
    
   
   
    
     UG HOW 
     
    

    
     (chill. ‘l3... sun wi-im-i 
     
    

    
     The“ are days in which Allied 
     
     armies strike hard, often. hcaflltlo 
     
     iently because they klwvll‘ 05m" 
     
     right and they hav t Q 
     
     with which to 11 111'»- 
     
    
   
   
    
     ex eriment. 
     
     wllen the lives of the 
     
     sacrificed to learn the lemme! 10!‘ 
     
     the many who now are inexorable 
     
     in their might and their knowledge. 
     
     Dieppe was a bit of both, but 
     
     mostly it was a slimy. unbeliev- 
     
     aibie desperation “where WhiiE 
     
     mm slipped and lllthered. pant- 
     
     ed, lwated. bled. sickened. 4m)?- 
     
     ped a/nd died in s sodden and 
     
     crinkled hell ‘of mountain and 
     
     lorest and swampy 
     
    

    
     It is of New Guinea that Osmar 
     
     White writes in ” 
     
    
   
   
    
     Ailstraiian - educat- 
     
     __wn:lcnt has im- 
     
     experiences in 
     
    
   
   
    
     he achieves success. Thme, 
     
     few of his sentences. may best 
     
     lvrve to telescope and give the 
     
     feel o! his story: 
     
    
   
   
    
     Incredible Prlvstiono 
     
    
   
   
    
     He leads 90 native bearers o1’ 
     
    

    
     glglllies 120 savage miles over the 
     
     h trail to Wau. 
     
    

    
     ‘Without exceptions our carriers 
     
     nave diseased skins. Nearly every- 
     
     one has an enlarged spleen 
     
     Their labor is incredible. .. 
     
     there is a. war in New Guinea- 
     
     and there are times when I be 
     
     iieve any war 
     
     against the face of this 
     
     these are the people who are 
     
     in: it zicm‘. The pr-i 
     
     rivers sud swamps m. .| 
     
     come and hire their bod 
     
     lobscco and die of pneumoiu. 
     
     posure, exhaustion in the 
     
     mountains. .. .. .. They have never 
     
     known liberty to want to save it. 
     
     . .. .. I sm obeyed like a God." 
     
    

    
     Of New Guinea scouts: 
     
    

    
     "Men on patrol existed like am- 
     
     phibious wild animals. They spent 
     
     their days and nights in clinging 
     
    
   
   
    
     grlensdcs " in 
     
     and still sa 
     
    
   
   
    
     their sacrifice 
     
     launched the Allies on 
     
     realistic training. Of 
     
     irest' 
     
    
   
   
    
     “All night I kc t passinv lino: 
     
     of wounded men. ‘llhey shuffled st 
     
     a snail’: mice. holding each other 
     
     in long pitiful strings. Men would 
     
     ""09 off and iio isca down in the 
     
     mud. The next string would help 
     
     them into the bushes bv the side 
     
     o! the trail. Borne died there. 
     
     some recovered and moved on. 
     
    
   
   
    
     hat 
     
     pure and shining courage when 
     
     ihev fight for what they believe 
     
    
   
   
    
     Pr b: a lust came 
     
    
   
   
    
     rig l0 iaf/lreryau... ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     The wards oi the Military Hospital 
     
     are silent. Dim night lights keep vigil 
     
     over long rows of beds. In every bed a 
     
     Canadian boy has taken a furlough from 
     
     pain in the blessed oblivion of sleep. 
     
    
   
   
    
     As the electric clock points to midnight, the 
     
     silence is broken by a flurry of movement. 
     
     Doctors andnurses hurry to a bed at the far 
     
     end of the ward. Screens are swiftly wheeled 
     
     into place. 
     
    
   
   
    
     A few boys awake,- and propped on elbows, 
     
     peer through the half-light. They know the 
     
     meaning of those white barriers.- They 
     
     know that life and death have locked in 
     
     final combat. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The Padre strides quickly through the ward. 
     
     As he approaches, the Doctor shakes his head 
     
     and steps back. A nurse rearranges the 
     
     pillows with gentle hands. Then the Padre 
     
     is alone with a boy far from home. Against 
     
     the white pillows his damp, curly hair looks 
     
     vividly alive. 
     
    
   
   
    
     “l’m glad you came, Padre,” he whispers. 
     
     “Will you read me something?” Then 
     
     almost as an afterthought he adds, “l’m 
     
     dying a i l ”_ 
     
    
   
   
    
     The Padre could only open his worn Bible 
     
     and seek blindly for the 23rd Psalm: 
     
    
   
   
    
     “The Lord is my shepherd: 
     
     l shall not want . . . ” 
     
    
   
   
    
     As the gracious words of the Psalm whisper 
     
     out, the boy’s lips move in unison. ‘Then the 
     
     Padre prays-a short prayer for an airman 
     
     on his flight to God. Peace, like a benedic- 
     
    
   
   
    
     tion, lingers on the pallirl faca After a. 
     
    
   
   
    
     short silence, the boy looked at the Padre. 
     
    
   
   
    
     “I’m sorry to bother you ~. . so late at night," 
     
     he murmured. 
     
    
   
   
    
     He died as the first light of dawn filtered into 
     
     the hospital ward.- <- 
     
    
   
   
    
     He died thinking of others.‘ As you live, do 
     
     you stop to think of the thousands of young 
     
     men who face death daily-for you? Can 
     
     your war effort compare with theirs? Can 
     
     you ever say, "1 think I've done cnoug ’* 
     
    
   
   
    
     Think of these men when the Victory Bond 
     
     Salesman calls on you. Yours cannot be a 
     
     token purchase-it must be an “"0003 efiort. 
     
    
   
   
    
     _'I'he most you con buy is the least you can-do. 
     
    
   
   
    
     rzsuizxseruwwiowi-tufir». 
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘This is the miestovyofa 
     
     young aimzan from Southern 
     
     Alberta as told by his Padre. 
     
    
   
   
    
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