The Devils Lake world and inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1915-1920, 1918-10-30
BLUE TRIANGLE
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|s.5tsThe& Blue Triangle elubreoms IN
4 Retrogrsds n ins&half shadow. A
few scattered candlesfh flung CLEANS as
persistent and as vague as Russia's
hope of liberty. A hundred Russlsn
girls and six young men were guests
Of the first Young Wemea's' Christian
association In all Russia. It was q
,galasfaftern66n: tea But It was dark
because. the winter days end at three
O'CLOCK and there Is q restriction on
the use off, candies and kerosene is
well as Of electricity. ~
.. The girls. were. making. merry even
In the gloom Of winter the twilight
: and .the ~tragedyAof war. One slender
iwhAte-faced girl with purple-shadowed
eyes was. merrier. than, all: the rest.
Her wit and ringing laugh were cor.
tagions.
"sonya is wonderful tonight" one
girl whispered to another. as she
stirred gently into her tea the one
hump Of, sugar doled out carefully for
the party. The Y. w. CA. secre-
taries. had been saving the sugar for
n0nths-putting- aside%at each meal
one of the two Jumps served with the
coffee In the restaurant, that there
might. beta bit Of sweet for this first
party. There was 10 bread.
.'tSonya lis not drinking her: tea. I:
her pale little admirer went On. y.svet'
she tainted this morning at THE: fac.
tory and the %foretv0rndn said she was
hungry. ~ . ,s+'t
"we're all hungry" was the d
snotonous reply. 1T wasn't. that"
! Something stopped the laughter: and
talk suddenly but the hush that fell
in. the .dimly Lit room was as joyous as
the gaiety. One of Russia's greatest
singers stood; by the piano and lifted
up her glorious voice filled with the
tears and heartbreak that people 1t
peace call. thrills.
They went away eariysi&heu tie
music was done-zthese, sad-eyed, half
starved little guests of the Blue Fri
cngle-for danger turks in the dark
Of Petrograd streets, robberies and
murders-sharp little by-products Of
Z nations chaos and q world at war,
~Sonya fingered after the others
were gone. She vas standing close
by the secretary@hostess. chair when
che turned from saying goodnight to
the last one Of the other. girls: The
laughter had died out, 81 the pirita
eyes and the gaiety from her voice..
win you give me a note to the
factory superintendent" she asked,
telling him I'm attending classes
here at night7" She spoke in French,
for ahe knew no English, and The see:
retaty, no Russian.
@Yes, II it will help you" The sec
rotary was glad to give her such q
note but she was curious. Tell me
why" y
IF he knows the girls are going to
night, classes he won't put us on the
Night shift. He Will let us workAdays
20 we canScome. Yesterday I asked
for&the night shift. Today I have
changed my mind"
The secretary wondered. Sonya
had not been, In any Of the. classes.
Had the bright little party given her
IN interest In the work of the ass0cia-
don't Had the. friepdliness Of the
American secretaries reached her1
Was It the music that had given her
IN impetus to study toward something
beyond q factory1 =.
what IL It that interests your the
secretary asked her. "You are. not On
any Of the classes now, afe your What
Is It you want to take up1"> I
This morning I looked out the fac-
tory window" and sonya's voice -.
minded the secretary Of the call Of q
night bird before a storm. Down a
the courtyard was 4 crowd and three
men were killed. Killed By the po.
uce-the bolshevik' police, while
stood there and watched. They said
they were anarchists One was M
brother. Another was my sweetheart
I came here tonight to forget. But i
cannot forget. Always I viii remem,
Der. ! want nothing now but to car.
~ on their work, and to do that I mus.
study and learn-Im mus learn EnglisA
md many other things. I want to n
In al. the classes. II the foreman q
the facbusJ knows I do that, he viii
help. He viii let me work days"
In the dark. the hunger, the cold
and the terror of Petrosrad, the Blue
Triangle is sending out its shining in
vitation to the bewtldered women and
young girls Of Russia. 1t II oferinl
q little oasis In The midst Of III
chaos where they may come and res,
and relax, play games, listen I.
music, study English, French. stenoe
raphy, bookkeeping; or music, and Z,
one tired girl expressed It, forget foa
the moment that they are in Petro
grad. Most Of the girls who gathe,
at the Sign Of the Blue Triangle or,
bookkeepers and stenographetA bu,
scattered among them are Aaueor1
girls, domestics. and girls who sasve.
have worked. F
Tin Petrograd and elsewhere b
Russia" says Miss Clarissa Speness
world secretary Of the Z. W. G. A