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My name is Shushan.

I am a little Armenian girl.

Do I look much different from an American baby girl?

I was happy until my papa and mama died.

I had nice things to eat and wear, now I am
growing blind because I am starving.

I am only one of 400,000 little orphan girls
and boys who are starving.

Have you ever been really hungry?

You dear, good, kind, generous Americans
will not let us go hungry, will you?

Many thousands of my little friends have
already died from slow starvation.

Those of us still alive, but oh so weak for
just bread, can be saved even from the blindness
of starvation if we can get help quick.

You will help is, won't you, dear, good,
kind, generous Americans?

When American papas and mamas look at
their happy little girls and boys––just as I
once was, won't they say: "We will give
enough money to save the life of a little Armenian
or Syrian boy or girl.

Won't you little happy American boys and
girls ask your papas and mamas to give you
seventeen cents a day to send to us?

That much will keep one of us alive for one day.

Will it not make you very happy to know
you are helping little girls and boys, just like
you are, to live?

There are thousands of other little Armenian
and Syrian girls and boys whose papas
and mamas are living––but all of them are
starving just as I am.

Everybody here is hungry.

Our pretty homes were destroyed and we
were driven across the desert.

My mama carried me to the Relief Station.

She gave me the last of our food and she
starved to death.

Yesterday 800 children had to be turned
away when the Relief Workers gave us supper.
Turned away to die because there was
not enough food to give to all of us.

The others who are living must be helped.

We sleep on the ground.

Winter is coming and it is very cold, but
being cold is not nearly so bad as being hungry
–and being hungry is not nearly so bad as
starving.

The mothers and the tiny babies all around
me are starving.

They are weak, but so patient, even when
they begin to go blind.

There are 2,500,000 of us who can yet be helped.

Seventeen cents a day apiece is all we ask.

It is enough to keep us alive, but we must
be saved––Now, To-day.

We pray to God every morning, noon and
night asking him to shower you with his blessings
so you dear, good, kind, generous Ameicans
can help us.

You will help us, won't you?

Lovingly yours,

SHUSHAN ANOUSHIAN.

EVERY CENT BUYS BREAD.

NOT A PENNY GOES FOR EXPENSES.

Send all contributions to the New York Committee for Armenian
and Syrian Relief, One Madison Avenue, New York. Make checks payable
to Cleveland H. Dodge, Treasurer. Telephone Gramercy 1024.

This work is conducted in perfect co-operation and with full approval of the
American Red Cross, which uses this Committee as their agency in this field.

SPECIAL CAMPAIGN COMMITTEE

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