Motor Corps Women Spend Hours in Automobile Work Preparing for Emergencies Glowing countenances . . . sparkling eyes . . . spirited ardour! All these were most evident when this writer dropped in on a group of Red Cross motor corps work¬ers recently. The group included Mrs. Louis Tulane Bass, captain; Mrs. Arthur Woolley, adjutant; Mrs. Paul Hodg¬son and Mrs. Harry Yeager. All were attired in the attractive uni¬forms of the corps. They are smartly tailored creations in a grayish-blue shade of spun rayon material with-the Red Cross insig¬nia and the motor corps symbol of emergency first aid on the left arm. Theit over-sea matching caps complete the snappy outfits. In replying to my comment on the attractiveless of the uniforms, Mrs. Bass replied: "There are only a few of us who have them so far, and I hope all the girls will get them, so that there will be no confusion in knowing who are members of the motor corps, when the emergency arrives." She also added that they are very inex¬pensive. The group could hardly wait to show me the new fully equipped Red Cross ambulance which is op-erated by the motor corps. We are thrilled to death with it!"! they said almost in unison. "And we're so anxious for a dis¬aster practice to see just how we fit into the picture in case of emer¬gency." "We think we know all about just what to do," Mrs. Bass stated, "but until we have some way of cooperating with the disaster group, we don't know just how everything will work." I was then informed that the corps has a membership at pres¬ent of 15, though 50 members are desired by the army. "I can't see any reason why anyone shouldn't want to join the motor corps," said Mrs. Hodgson. "It's fun, educational, exciting and really does a lot for one." They then stated the require¬ments for motor corps workers. They must be experienced drivers and motor mechanics; must have a doctor's certificate' verifying good health; must be willing to comply with rules and attend all meet¬ings; must have had standard and advanced first aid with 30 hours to their credit, and be between the ages of 20 and 50. "Th est tiling about it," Mrs. Hodgson chimed in, "is the warm feeling you have in knowing that you are doing your part, as little as it may seem. "I feel that my education has been greatly enhanced," Mrs. Wool- ley said, "by the courses I have had. I feel very much more equipped for life from now on." She added, "the motor corps will be one of the first groups to be called upon for service by the govern¬ment in case of disaster." crawl under the table," Mrs. Hodg¬son said. "Wait a minute," I said. "Now just stop and think. Are you sure the first thing you would do would be to report to headquarters or Mr. Diehl Or would you stop to see where little Johnny was or think first of your loved ones?" They all admitted that they would of natural instinct see that all was well at home first, but stated that they would have to be in action immediately . . . drop everything for motor corps, and felt that there wasn't one in the whole organization who did not feel this same way. In fact, they stated that many of them would not wait to call, but would dash right down to headquarters. "You know, we have to be able to drive all army equipment,"someone said, "and understand convoy driving and blackout driv¬ing." Just then Mrs. Yeager admit¬ted that she had the sensation of driving in a blackout for a few feet recently when the lights of her car failed her on the high¬way. "It's a horrifying sensation," she said. So on the whole they made it all sound most interesting and impor¬tant, and it was good to see the sincerity and earnestness back of it all. The present membership includes, besides the above mentioned, Mrs. J. S. Brady Dirker, Miss Barbara Weeks, Mrs. Kenneth Davison, Mrs. Matt S. Browning, Mrs. W. How¬ard Christensen, Mrs. Barbara Shaw Jensen, Mrs. Margaret Feeny, Miss Rosanne Peery, Mrs. A. W. Bartlett, Jr., and Miss Miss Jean Feeny. The following poem on Red Cross was written by Mrs. Woolley: RED CROSS By Ivy Houtz Woolley Into the world a waif was born, A little straggler, weak and pale; Neglect showed in her trembling limbs, Her lips suppressed an inward wail. She wandered near the haunts of men, Sad eyes, yet ever hopefully, She gazed upon the thoughtless throng For one who might her helper be. As time passed on a few there were Who lingered for a little spell To look into her pleading face And say kind words and wish her well. One day the sound of marching feet, The clang of armor's heavy steel Aroused within the heart Of her A sympathy which angels feel. "It's/ditto for me," Mrs. Yeager said in acquiescence to what all the other had said. The group also stated that there would be more classes in motor mechanics started immediately at Weber college for anyone desirous of joining the motor corps, who had not had this training. . Trying to get a word in edgewise amongst all the enthusiasm, I then asked just what they would do if we were suddenly confronted with a disaster. "We would immediately report to Mr. Diehl," the chorus responded. They were referring to Leonard G. Diehl, chairman of civilian de¬fense transportation. "I don't think one of us would She followed to the battlefield, , With tender hands decreased war's tolls, She lifted up the dying heads And caught the smile from Raft¬ing souls. So then it was that all men saw The Red Cross with her courage great; They came in leagues to do her wish, And still they come—'tis not too late. Into the world a waif was born; More precious now than wealth is she, Great nurse to man in every woe, Big sister to humanity.—A. P. W.