When the Government accepted the Red Cross, perhaps a bit arrogantly, I felt that my end was accomplished and I was ready to give it up. Clara Barton.
The Red Cross “opposes the arms of humanity to the arms of violence.” Clara Barton.
Antagonistic to nothing the Red Cross can know neither jealousies nor rivalry. Clara Barton.
The future of the Red Cross will be worthy of the labors and sacrifices in which it originated. Clara Barton.
But for the never-ending kindly words that bade me strive on, I fear I should have been inclined to give up the fight.
Clara Barton.
For me I had few words of prayerful gratitude and many memories of the long years of patient watching that had brought the American Red Cross even up to the point it had attained.
Clara Barton.
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In 1902 a party of friends visited Clara Barton in her Glen Echo Red Cross home. In our party were two gentlemen from Mexico. One of the latter, an Englishman, had lived in the “Land of the Montezumas” for many years. He described to Miss Barton the people, their peculiar customs, their love of music and the other arts, their beautiful Moorish architecture, their lofty mountains and fertile valleys. Then he portrayed the characteristics of Porfirio Diaz, the then popular ruler of the Mexican Republic.