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 line which best serves the interest of those for whose benefit it was begun.

MRS. LEVI YOUNG,

For Oregon Emergency Corps and Red Cross Society.

REPORT OF TREASURER, APRIL 28 TO SEPTEMBER 1, 1898.

RECEIPTS.

Initiations (city members, 1,004)...$ 100.40

Initiations (auxiliaries, 553) 55.30

Sale of membership badges 292.00

Sale of honorary badges 19.75

Honorary membership fees (300). . . 300.00

Sale of stationery 31.06

Sale of Manila punch 51.05

Proceeds sacred and patriotic con- cert 1,399.35

Proceeds refreshments (Camp Mc-

Kinley) 58.08

Proceeds Lipman, Wolfe & Co's

store 1,000.00

Sundry donations 1,537.76

Donations (hospital fund) 539.50

Sale of flags and small items 5.74

$5,389.99

DISBURSEMENTS.

Postage $ 22.84

Express charges 17.95

Telegrams 31.20

Expenses at headquarters 60.80

Sundries 74.40

Furnishings for Armory kitchen. . . . 63.80

Printed stationery 69.55

Badges 199.40

Pacific Regalia Company 25.50

Regimental Band 100.00

Expense for soldiers' luncheons .... 221.98

Second Regiment Oregon Volunteers 1,200.00

Second Regiment Hospital Corps. . . 100.00

Second Regiment colors 175.00

Supplies in equipping troops 1,651.47

Relief fund 104.15

Expenses for Oregon recruits in San

Francisco 241.70

Outfitting nurses for Manila 500.00

$4,859.74

Balance on hand Sept. 1, 1898...$ 530.25 Respectfully submitted.

MRS. MARTIN WINCH,

Treasurer.

RED CROSS, blazed on field of white! O heart of love on pure ideal! The great world's grief -anointed sight Has found thy color-symbols real.

Thou standest for the mighty throes Of human sympathy profound, That reach alike to friends and foes, That know no race or nation's bound.

Untrammeled thou by caste and creed; That man is man, enough for thee; His pain is thine; thy chance, his need; Thy care, his dole of misery.

Where'er our country's standard goes, Its shadow thou till tumults cease; Where'er the trumpet's war-blast blows, Like echo sweet, thy flag of peace.

A marshaled host, thy army stands, Untiring in its pledged relief, Responsive to the high commands Of duty,— its accepted chief.

Wherever Suffering lifts her voice, In wars or devastations dread, There ye have made your ready choice, Ye toilers 'neath this Cross of Red.

The ills of soul or flesh ye meet In service without stint or price: Death's " Dolorosa " knows your feet, Pain's " Calvary " sees your sacrifice.

Ye tread within the footsteps sore Of Him who healed in Galilee,— Who said, "This shall ye do, and more, Fulfilling God's own ministry."

Amelia Woodward' Truesdell.