Hollinger Corp. Y7 M3 ^ opy 1 HE RED TRIANGLE IN THE WAR ZONE By EDWARD MARSHALL VERY likely you do not know what I mean by the Red Triangle. There is not a British, Canadian, Australian, New Zealand, South African, French or Belgian soldier who is not familiar with it. And all these forces see it constantly. It does not mean cant, hypocrisy, holy Joes, or ceremony; it does mean helpfulness, cleanliness of mind at all times and of body when that may be, comfort for the soul at any rate, good fellowship, good sense. That doesn't sound much like the usual list of things connected with the work of missionaries. But it is a very partial and imperfect list of what the Red Triangle means in the trenches of this war, in the quieter lands behind the firing line, and in every city of the allied fighting nations where soldiers of the British Empire congregate. The Red Triangle is the sign which says: "Here is to be found a representative of the Young Men's Christian Associa- tion." The organization has been one of the really great influences of the war zone. It has done more to keep the soldiers clean and healthy than have the sanitary regulations; it has done more to keep them happy than any other thing. Beneficently it has reached even across the Channel, out of the fighting area into the homeland, to help wives and sweethearts, mothers, fathers and other anxious relatives of loved and perilled ones, for it has been the influence which has kept the men full of the thought of home, not only furnishing them with pens and pencils, paper pads and envelopes, which they scarcely can carry with them in this intense warfare, but inducing them to write home to the "folks in blighty." In this war it has been a sweetening and wholesome influ- ence of the sort that no war ever knew before. It has been truly wonderful. Red Triangle Huts in the Danger Zone at the Front Go to the front where the land has been ploughed up by shellfire and just back of the danger zone, often indeed within reach of the enemy shells, you'll find the Red Triangle huts. More than a dozen have been so near that they have been destroyed by enemy artillery. Go to the ports of embarkation and of debarkation and you'll find Red Triangle huts. They do marvellous work. Go to the cities where the lonely soldiers go on leave and the Red Triangle will meet your eye at intervals along the busy streets; and at every railway station guides will be found ready to see to it that the wandering soldier learns the way to friends. Very likely they'll be new friends, but they will be friends. Take London, for example. It is more a soldier city than New York will be, no matter how completely the United States joins in the war, for it is more really the metropolis and centre of the British Empire than New York ever can be of the United States. The Young Men's Christian Association has been the absolute salvation in material and comfortable as well as spiritual ways of soldiers here ever since the war began. It has been the guide the counsellor and friend of men on leave, and men on leave need guidance and kind counsel more than most people realize. At many of the big terminals there are sleeping huts. In London there are a score in which men can find beds. They can accommodate thousands of men in London every night. The huts are never closed. A bath or a meal can be had at any hour of day or night. The other day I went up to the Young Men's Christian Association head- quarters in London and there found the genius who has organized the whole war work, found him, in khaki, a uniform specially prescribed for him by the War Office, for Britain recognizes the Young Men's Christian Association as com- pletely as it recognizes the Flying Corps or the Royal Artillery as a necessity of the proper conduct of this war. Many times that khaki that he wears has been in the war zone. Indeed I was in luck to find it out of the war zone. His name is A. K. Yapp. Yapp is an organizing genius. He is self-effacing. He is of a heart so kindly and so big that there is room in it for every man who fights this good fight for civilization, be he private or commander, sick or well, sober or blind drunk. Yapp never criticises. Yapp hustles when he finds things going wrong and helps toward their correction, always with a very kindly grin. Material Aid for the Men Gomes First I should like to tell the story of this plain, unemotional man's adventures in his work of helpfulness. It would be as really dramatic as that of any man -? ^'' ' ^ v