full. Is it not a characteristic
paradox of life that babies should keep coming into a world that cannot
find room for the parents? To provide for all these Russians for any
considerable time would involve the collecting of more money than the
rich of the world have to spare. When the hospitals of London are
threatened with closure for want of funds, it is clear that mere
"charity" is a useless resort. "Charity" moreover leaks. Though it is
much puffed up and advertiseth itself, and is supported on the public
platforms with sounding brass and tinkling cymbal, nevertheless it
faileth. There is knowledge, and it remains, prophecies and they are
fulfilled, but this thing which we call "charity" faileth, it vanisheth
away. "The fund will soon be exhausted," we hear on all sides. Why
not, then, try love? Why not try human action? Let men and women
think a little more and forget mere money. Inspired political action
is required, the refugees should be given some means of helping
themselves and should be distributed over Europe in countries where for
adults there is the chance at least of finding work, and where for the
children food abounds. Constantinople is an overcrowded caravanserai.
There is no lasting means of living for more than one-fifth of the
population, and almost no chance at all for the Russians. In Serbia,
in Bulgaria, in Bohemia, in France and England, and in the New World
there are at least chances of life for the homeless. At present there
is scarcely a nation in the world that will take in the unfortunate
Russians unless they are possessed of material means. France in this
is adamant. She keeps the Russians waiting longest of all. And yet
her responsibility for these Russians is very direct. The Russians
helped to save France in the war, and these Russians were used by
France to try and regain her lost investments in Russia. They believed
in a generous noble France which never abandoned her friends. It is
dumbfounding to the Russians that it should be France that is now
forcing them either to die or to return to Soviet Russia.

Rather than go back to "Sovdepia" many who think their lives are
forfeit there are ready to resort to desperate means of escape. They
steal over to Kemal and fight for him, or they sign on for Brazil, or
stow away in one or other of the many ships in the harbours. But
whilst adventurous escapades are possible for the men there is not even
that way open for the