My Dad didn't trust most charities, but he had nothing but admiration and appreciation for the Salvation Army. During WW II, both the Salvation Army and the Red Cross would come around with cigarettes, candy, socks, toiletries, etc. for the GIs wherever they might be. The difference between the SA and the RC is that the RC charged the soldiers for these items, while the SA did not. And I believe the SA helped a lot of these young men far from home and perhaps frightened, with prayer and encouragement.
During the same war, a friend of my mother volunteered for the Red Cross working out of a drafty old warehouse. On one occasion, this friend visited the local chapter's executive offices in Pittsburgh. The friend said the executive offices had plush carpeting and fancy furnishings while the volunteers toiled in almost slum-like conditions. Not long after, the friend quit the Red Cross.
I heard from veterans of WWII, Korea, and Vietnam how the contents of their Red Cross packages were sold to them. Yep.
sold.
It was a Red Cross van that wiped out my 70 Coronet 440 during the flood in Grand Forks in '79, T-boned me, failed to yield, speeding in a residential area, hit right behind my seat and
bent the car, knocking it 4 feet sideways and spinning me down a side street. The RC didn't want to even pay for the car. The concussion didn't help my grad school career, even though I had already found work in the oilfields and decided to quit (This was the week before exam week).
By contrast, earlier that week, seven of us unloaded seven semi loads of sandbags in the rain in the middle of the night in East Grand Forks, and pressed a 150 foot long bulge out of the polyethylene at the base of the dike, reinforcing it and keeping it intact. About three AM the Salvation Army canteen wagon came by, and never in my life has a cup of coffee and a hot sandwich ("sloppy joe") tasted so good. The RC was nowhere to be seen.
By daylight we had the dike reinforced, and it held.
As for me, my money goes to the Salvation Army.