THE KING’S BUSINESS 587 all sections of the community go khaki-mad.” He .goes on to describe the awful temptations to which a soldier is subjected from this source. A Sal vation Army officer suggested to a writer in Reynolds’ Newspaper that he should walk into- four or five saloon bars in the immediate vicinity and see for himself how prevalent had become the practice among young girls of spending their evenings drinking with casual soldier acquaintances. A Blooms bury missionary reports: “Of the many girls who come to me only when it is too late, I can recall no sadder case than that of an eighteen year old girl who, two years ago, started work in a munitions factory. Up to that time she had been a very happy little helpmate to her mother, and delighted in the care of her six younger sisters and brothers. A few weeks at the factory, and the home life had ceased to interest her. It was a dingy enough home, it is true, but until she had found it easy to make money, and very pleasant to spend it in the company of the many nice soldier boys her new companions introduced her to, it had quite contented her motherly little soul. Theaters first, bars next,-and then the inevitable surrender of chastity. Six months more and the factory was discarded for the streets. Today this girl is outcast from her own people, stricken with disease, and broken-hearted.” As a result of investigations among the munition workers, it has been found that “There are some factories which a girl cannot leave in order to go to another place of business because their reputation is sp atrocious.” As we in this country are just entering the war and conditions of a similar character are liable to develop here, all the Christian forces of the land should be on their guard at once. War is the child of hate, and the parent of all forms of moral monstrosities.. One is almost tempted to think that war is the devil’s masterpiece.
ROCK O F
AGEE
By E. VICK
Oh, to “see Him face to face;” Tell the story, “Saved by Grace;” Saved by His unfailing love, Showered on us from above; Greater love was never known Than comes to us from God’s throne.
OCK of Ages,” can it be, That Great Rock was cleft for me; For the shelter of my soul From the cruel billow’s roll, With its great protecting care Going with me everywhere?
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Nothing ever could I do When at last I am with Thee, For the Friend so kind and true; And my soul from sin set free, For the One who has control Free from all the toil and strife Of the ever-living soul; That surrounds the earthly life, Weak and helpless, every day “Rock of Ages, cleft for me, I must trust Him all the way. Let me hide myself in Thee.”
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