amongst the missing and finds himself in a prisoner of
war camp in Germany, even then he may not be beyond the outreach of the
Association. There is at least one redeeming feature to the prisoner of
war camp in Ruhleben in Germany, for right in the heart of it there is a
little brown hut with the Red Triangle and the letters 'Y.M.C.A.' on the
roof--one of several in Germany erected with American Y.M.C.A. money, at
a time when America was a neutral state, and run entirely by British
prisoners of war for the benefit of their fellow-Britishers, who also
have the misfortune to be prisoners of war.

It is little we can do for these brave lads who are wearing their hearts
out longing to hear the voices of those they love in the Homeland, but
the Y.M.C.A. does what it can.

This girdle of loving-kindness is completed in the Internment Camps of
Switzerland--at Muerren, Leysin, Interlaken, Meiringen, and Seeburg, and
in those of Holland at Scheveningen, Rotterdam, The Hague, and
Groningen. None need our help more than the officers and men of those
internment camps. It was one of the latter who said he would rather be
in Germany than in the internment camp in Switzerland, for in Germany,
said he, one has, at any rate, the excitement of trying to escape; but
now, working hand-in-hand with the British Red Cross, the Red Triangle
provides recreation and employment for the long hours of leisure, and
there can be no doubt as to the appreciation of those it seeks to serve.

A worker at Cambridge went to a neighbouring village to arrange a flag
day on behalf of our war fund. He was advised to get in touch with the
post-mistress, who was keenly interested in the movement. 'Of course, I
am interested,' she said when he saw her, 'and if you will come into my
sitting-room I will show you why.' There on the wall in a little room at
the back of the post-office was what she called her Roll of Honour--the
photographs of twelve lads from her Bible class, all serving with His
Majesty's Forces. 'Eleven out of the twelve,' said she, 'write me almost
every week, and tell me what a boon the Y.M.C.A. is to them. That is why
I am ready to do all I can to help you with your Flag Day.' The sequel
was interesting. Half an hour later No. 12 called to see her. 'How
strange,' she cried; 'I was just talking about you, and saying you were
the only one of the boys who never wrote expressing appreciation of the
Y.M.C.A.' 'That is easily explained,' was the repl