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Graeve, Oscar (ed.) / Delineator
Vol. 119, No. 1 (July, 1931)

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DELINEATOR
Caution or Accident?
The grim   warning    Drive Slowly, Death is so
Permanent!"    has been heeded by thousands of
drivers over dangerous roads.
in this country accidents are now' the largest single
cause of the Crippling, Dependency and Destitution
uhich call for relief
Here are listed the twelve most frequent means of acci-
dental injuries in the order of their fatality:
I. Automobiles 5. Railroads     9. Mines and Quarries
2. Falls      6. Poisonous Gases io. Fires
3. Drownings s'. Firearms
4. Burns       8. Machines
II. Poisons
12. Suffocations
191 M. L. . CO.
CCIDENTS tooK loo,ooc
lives, caused  approxi-
mately io,ooo,ooo more or less
serious injuries and cost more
than $i,ooo,ooo,ooo last yeat
in the United States.
Among those killed by accident
were x8,ooo children under
fifteen years of age.
No one knows how many acci-
dental injuries and deaths are
due to uncontrollable
circumstances. Never-
theless, how many of the
accidents which hap-
pened to members of your
family or your friends-
accidents which you
know all about - could
have been avoided?
Last year there were about
46,000 fatal accidents in
homes and in industry.
Elsewhere there were
about 54,000 accidental
deaths. Among the latter
group 32,500-motorists
and pedestrians - were
killed by automobiles.
But while the tide of
accidents is steadily ris-
ing, there are some
bright spots in the dark record.
Better traffic regulations in a
large number of cities are
reducing the percentage of
street accidents and the toll
of killed and maimed children.
Police officers and school teach-
ers are training children to be
careful.
Safi
ins
A
jS~
-1' ~
ety appliances and methods
talled by the foremost in-
dustries are saving many
lives.
But systematic accident
prevention in homes has
hardly begun.
Falls in homes caused
8,ooo deaths last year;
burns, scalds and explo-
sions 5,400; asphyxia-
tions 3,600; and fatal
poisonings 2,000. Much
remains to be done to
check home accidents
caused  by recklessness
and thoughtlessness.
The Metropolitan Life
Insurance Company
urges you to send for its
free booklets on accident
prevention. Ask for
Booklets '73i-D.
METROPOLITAN LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY
FRF il RICK H.ECKER, PRESIDI NT .- ONE MADISON AVENUE, NEW YORK, N.Y.
FIELD OF HONOR
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she replied, "because my family's been dis-
possessed. More than once. That's how."
The chairwoman of the charity board
raised her eyes from the legal papers. She
surveyed the girl through white-gold rimmed
glasses.
"What is your name, my dear?" she ques-
tioned, at last.
Nellie Clancy told her. She did more.
"Mv mother used to do your washing,"
she said. "You let her go because she wasn't
satisfactory."
Mrs. Bowman considered.
"I remember," she said. "The laundry
work was all right. Until we began to notice
that my husband's shirts and socks were
being worn by someone."
Nellie Clancv met the white-gold rimmed
stare of the charity board's chairwoman.
"That was my brother Bill," she said,
"who wore 'em. Ma lost a lot o' work,
through him. He was killed in France. They
named the Legion Post, in this town, for
him. Less'n a year ago."
The chairwoman of the charity board laid
down the papers. The girl was all at once
more important than the case at hand. She
leaned forward.
"Suppose," she said, and her voice was
very kind, "That you tell me all about it "
WHEN Nellie Clancy became Mrs. Bow-
man's private secretary   her mother
bought a black taffeta dress and gave up the
last of her laundry work
Two months later, a To Let sign appearec
on the front of the Clancy cottage, and the
neighborhood began to talk. To talk about
the two-room flat, with a gas rangc and a
bathroom, into which the Clancys had movea.
"What's come over
them," wondered the
neighborhood and the
town.
But Nellie Clancv           S H 0   U
sitting at a mahogany
desk. with   a  trilled          DEL
white collar ana man-
cured  fingers  under-      Just a yea
stood what hao oecom        month we
of them.   Understood
that the last trench was    unusual sh
in sight                    was greetec
"You know     she
said to her mother, their   of delight
first night in the new      many of ou
home, "you know. it's
funny.   What's hap-        was an Iris
pened to us."               called "The
Ma Clancy had come
up in the world. Her        Ballywooder
hands and arms were no      Arthur Maso
longer red and chapped
from a constant immer-      brate   the
sion in hot water and       we'll have
soap suds. But she was
still uncertain.            by him in A
"What's happened to       the Horn of
us?" she questioned.
Nellie Clancy ex-
plained.
"I mean Bill," she
said. "His dyin'. Overseas. Whatit'sdone
for us."
Mrs. Clanc% recognized her cue.
" My boy," she sniffled.  "1)ead-in a
furrin country!"
Nellie once, would have cut into griet
sharply. She now ignored it.
"It wasn't th'dying," she said. "Notthat.
He'd been dead three years, before I got th'
backbone to be-" there was nothing incon-
gruous in her use of the word-"a lady."
Her mother repeated the word.    With
unction.
"A lady!" she said.
"It wasn't th' dying," Nellie repeated.
Seldom had she ever been introspective,
before. "It was what they, th' Legion, did.
It was puttin' him up, sort of. Bill, I mean.
Makin' him regular. It made us regular. I
wonder   " she hesitated.  Hesitated so
long that Mrs. Clancy asked one of her in-
frequent questions.
"W~hat d' yer wonder?" asked Mrs. Clancy.
"I wonder," her daughter answered, "why
they named th' Post for him. We know, ma
-you and me-that there couldn't have
been any good reason.  We    knew Bill-you
and me-no, ma. don't start cryin'! And
why they ever did it . .      r   ei
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THE ex-sergeant and Buck Williams were in
the club-room together, when a knock
came at the door. It was a slightly hesitant
knock, and yet it had, behind its hesitation
a certain vigor of purpose. The two men
stared at each other. The knock, you see
had been so completely feminine.
"Come in!" called Buck Williams.
Nellie Clancy pushed open the door. She
stood, a slim, quietly dressed figure, on the
threshold. Her shoes were not scuffed. Her
hat of dark felt fitted closely over her darker
hair. Her eyes were eager. It was the ex-
pression in those eyes that brought the two
men to their feet. But Nellie was the first to
speak.
"This is th' American Legion Club-Room,
isn't it?" she said. (Not long ago she would
have said, "ain't it.") "Well, I want to see
whoever's in-in charge, here. I want to ask
a question."
Buck Williams spoke. There was a certain
deference in his voice.
"We two," he said, "can answer questions
as good as anybody in th' outfit. Perhaps
better."
Nellie Clancy advanced a step into the
room. Her face was ever so slightly flushed
now.
"My name," she said, "is Clancy.  'm-
Im Bill Clancy's sister. And I want to ask
why you all named yourselves after him? I
want to know what he did to make you do
what you did. It's-" the words came N'ith a
rush-"it's more than just plain curiosity. '
Rather helplessly Buck Williams looked
at the ex-sergeant. At a time like this execu-
tive ability was needed, and Buck Williams
had never been more than a private. But the
ex-sergeant was seldom at a loss.
'Legion posts are
named," he said "fer
heroes. Mostly ones thac
died in action.  Your
r S   0  F          brother, he died. In ac-
tion." (He didn't go in-
G  H T             to  details about the
particular brand of ac-
ago   next       tion.)
ublished an          Nellie Clancy pursued
tht  her point.
story that          "Sure," she said, "my
with shouts        rrother died. We knew,
ma and I, about that
om a great         He died in France. hut
readers.   It      we never knew, not til
your letter came, abou,
fairy story       him being a hero. IN hac
Wee Men of         was it that he did?
Really.''
its author,        Again Buck Williams
n.  To cele-       shot an appealing look
at the ex-sergeant. Bui.
anniversary        he needn't have worried
nother story       Fortheex-sergeantseves
were filled with some-
gust-"From          thing that might have
the Moon"          been called admiration-
plus.  Buck   WNilliams
sighed. .No use worry-
ing, either, about the
ex-sergeant saying the
right thing. He was saying it, at that very
moment
"There are some matters," he said, grandil-
oquently, 'that girls can't understand about.
War's not fer women. But ont nu worry,
Miss Clancy, your brother was a hero, all
right "'
Nellie Clancb was staring at him.
"w-" she began, iI (ont want to-I don't
quite-" she hesitated, and then, "Oh,"
she cried, "I'm glad-" the tears stood, now,
upon her cheeks-ngead!"
Her voice died away. She was remember-
ing:, you see, her brother's furtive, rat face.
His snarling tone. His curses. The ugly'
scene when he had read his own name in the
draft. She was remembering the stolen bar-
pin. And she was forgetting, also
But the two men They were not forget-
ting. They were remembering when they
had tossed a franc to ecie a certain matter.
"Perhaps," he said, "perhaps it wasn't
onqu on account o' Bill that we (lone it. Per-
haps it was because we knew that, sometime,
his sister'd come here. To ask us why."
His admiring eyes were fixed upon Nellie
Clanc's face. Under his gaze the color in
her cheeks crept up, in a glorious wave, unti
her whole face was like the dawn   s   b
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