The Holly chieftain., 1918-11-14
pence cah H1m.

They Wen away early when fhe
mnsic WAS done--these sad-eyed. half
starved little guests Of the Rlue Tri-
anaie-for danger turks in the dark
af PetrOgrxd streets. robberies and
murders-sharp little by-prOducss Of
. nations chaos aud world at war.
Sonya fingered after the oshers
were gone. She was standing close
BY the secretary-h0stess' chair when
she turned from saying eood-aight to
the last one Of the other giris. The
laughter bad died Out OF the eisl's
eyes and the gaiety from her voice.
"Wlll you give me Q note to the
factory superintendent" she asked.
telling hiln I'm attending elasses
here at nightf" She spoke in French.
for she knew no English. and the SEC
retary. NO Russian.
'.Yes. II 1t will help y0ls." The SER
retary was glad to give her such =
note but she was curious. Tell me
why"
III he knOwa the girls are going to
night classes he won't pat us on the
night shift He will let ~ work days
SO we can come. Yesterday ] asked
for the night shift. Today have
changed my mind"
The secretary wondered. Sonya
had not been Ia any Of the classes.
Had the bright little party given her
AN interest in the work OF the ase0cia-
tiOn? Had the frtendliness Of the
American secretaries reached herf
Was II the music that had given her
an impetus to study toward something
beyond factoryi
''What is 1t that interests your the
secretary asked her. "You are not II
any Of the classes now. are you? What
10 II yOu want to take up?"
This morning looked out the fac
tory window" and Sonya's voice re.
minded the secretary Of the call Of
night bird before storm. .Down In
the courtyard was a crowd and three
men were killed. Killed by the pc.
lice e-the bolshewk police. while
stood there and watched. They aaid
they were anarchists. One was my
brother. Another was my sweetheart.
| came here tonight to forget. But ]
cannot forget. Always I will remen,-
Der. want nothing now but to car.
~ on their work, and to do that must
study and learn must learn English
and many other things. want to 70
In all the classes. II the foreman at
the factory knows do that he will
help. He will let me work days"
In the dark. the hunger, the cold.
and the terror OF Petrograd. the Blue
Triangle is sending out its shining In
vitatiOn to the bewiIdered women and
young girls Of Russia. It is offering
little oasis In the midst Of the
chaos where they may come and rest
and relax, play. games. listen to
music, study English. French. stenog.
raphy, bookkeeping, or music, and De
one tired girl expressed It, forget for
the moment that they are In Petro-
grad. Most Of the girls who gather
III the sign Of the Blue Triangle are
bookkeepers and stenographers, but
scattered among them are factory
girls, dOmestics. and girls who never
have worked.
I'm Petrograd and elsewhere IL
RUSSIA" says Miss Clarissa Spencer,
world secretary Of the 7. w. g. A.
who started the work In Russia. girls
formerly employed In government Of
6ces come to rs who have struck
against the bolshevists. They're out
Of Jobs. They're hungry. One girl
told me she couldn't take gymnasium
work. It gave her such an appetite.
But they refuse to return to work for
the b0lshevists."
Miss Helen Ogden, one Of the 7. ".
@. A. secretaries who was forced to
leave PetrOgrad on account Of the Ger.
man advance, writes home that: ITS
like living on the screen Of melo.
drama to be In Russia. Bullets and
shooting are almost as familiar street
sounds here US the clang Of the street
car and the hOnk Of the automobile at
home. Here we learn to live and work
under frequent shooting and street
battles and to flee only when we are
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