Perhaps people may think that men don't care for flowers, but 
if you could see their eyes brighten or hear some sick soldier say, 
" Give me the pink Rose, it is like the one that grows in my mother's 
garden," you would know that even for their sake every woman who 
could afford to do so should grow her flowers through war times. 
So far as I am concerned, I am going to do with my garden more 
this year than I have ever done before, because of the comfort it 
brings to others as well as the real help it is to myself. 
No, a garden is not a selfish place." 
From the Women of France 
"We women of France, mothers, wives, sisters of brave soldiers, 
profoundly indignant at the treason whose horror has penetrated to 
the heart of our country, raise our voices as one to cry vengeance 
against the traitors who have struck down treacherously our dear 
defenders while they were so valiantly offering their blood for our 
beloved land. We rally to our flag, emblem of energy, we demand the 
punishment of the guilty, the unflinching march to complete victory, 
ransom for the blood that has been shed and for our sacrifices. To 
the end we shall know immolation to avenge our dead, to do the 
work we have to do ; that France may be greater, more prosperous and 
yet more glorious, and that our dear children may be spared the 
horrors we have borne. To our standard we pledge our faith. We 
follow and trust in it." 
From the Women of America 
"On the anniversary of America's entrance in the great war I 
affirm my undivided loyalty to the cause for which we fight, the 
cause of justice and human liberty. I gladly lay upon the altar of the 
nation's need my material possessions, my bodily strength, and my 
mental powers. To serve and to save America and those ideals for 
which it stands and to keep the Stars and Stripes floating with honor 
I pledge my hand, my heart, and my life." 
