WAR SERVICE LETTERS 



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The Sierra Club's Part in the War 



During the period of the war the club endeavored to perform suph of 

 its work as was possible under the adverse circumstances which existed. 

 It also tried to keep in touch with its members who had entered the 

 service and send them a little cheer by means of letters from members 

 at home. That this was an excellent plan is amply proven by the enthu- 

 siastic appreciation expressed in reply. 



We are proud of the service performed by our members. Professor 

 Vernon Kellogg, one of Mr. Hoover's right-hand men, is now in Eu- 

 rope, having recently visited Poland. Mrs. Marion R. Parsons has been 

 in France for several months in full charge of refugee work in the prov- 

 ince of Landes. Mr. Clair S. Tappaan is with the Y. M. C. A. in France. 

 Dr. David P. Barrows and Albert H. Allen are both majors in the 

 army. Professor A. G. McAdie is a lieutenant-commander in the Naval 

 Aviation Service. 



All of the foregoing either are or have been recently directors of the 

 club. Our honor roll of members is so long that individual names can 

 not be mentioned, but as complete a list as possible will appear in the 

 forthcoming issue of the Bulletin. 



Besides those who were in active service, the members at home did what 

 they could to bring about a speedy victory. The club itself bought Lib- 

 erty Bonds and War Savings Stamps to its financial limit, and its mem- 

 bers formed a Red Cross Auxiliary and a War Correspondence Commit- 

 tee, and the local walk collections are regularly used for Belgian relief, 

 while personal subscriptions resulted in raising over $200, which was 

 sent to Mrs. Parsons to bring Christmas cheer to some of her refugee 

 children. 



Excerpts from Letters of Marion R. Parsons, now with the 

 Red Cross in France 



"Wasn't it kind of fate and the Red Cross to land me here in Paris 

 just in time for July 14th? We got here late Saturday night and rode 

 up through the darkened streets in a 'camion,' with all our baggage 

 piled in with us. I wondered in case of an air raid how we ever could 

 get out to find a shelter — what a scramble over that mountain of lug- 

 gage it would have been ! However, nothing happened. In the morning 

 Miss McNeal and I started out early to see the parade. A lucky com- 

 bination of chance and cheek got us a splendid place in front of the 



