The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-08-24
GETTING OUT OF RUSSIA.

Miss Madeline 2. Doty, who went around the world last winter studying the woman question, tells in August Good Housekeeping" of the difficult ties she encountered in getting out of Russia.
 The train for Sweden left at $40 a. m.,' she says. There are no short cuts from Russia these days. I had to go to the northernmost corner of Finland, cross river, and then down the length of Sweden. It was a jour ney which took five days and nights from Petrograd.
 T left in a driving snow storm. At 8:30 a. m. it was still black night. At such an hour it was like hunting for a needle In a haystack to find a sleigh, but at last I secured one. was thankful 1 had no trunk, only two bags and a carryall. The sleigh was open. I was beaten and buffeted by the storm. The snow drifted down my neck and up my sleeves. At home We never would have ventured out in such a storm. It would have been called blizzard. The ther- | mometer was 30 degrees below zero bul III war llill0 OilC CdIl IOL bOtHGI about trifles Conditions must be ac- cepted, and you either live or die. The train was two hours late in starting. A snowplow went ahead to 1 clear the track.
 Two hours after we left we were i out of Russia and in Finland. At once 1 began to notice a difference. i Things began to be orderly. A dining car was put on. The food was scanty l but well served. But we did not keep our dining car long. Even in countries
 where there is neither a revolution
 nor a war, travel Is slipping back to the discomforts of the Middle Ages.
 At night we stopped at g. railroad
 station for dinner. We were allowed
 15 minutes. At these eating places
 the ford Is put on a long table. You buy a ticke; and halp yourself That
 is you help yourself if you can. The
 men on the train rushed the dining
 room. They were as thick as flies.
 You saw no table, only backs and legs. 1t was tantalizing. There was
 10 slipping a head or arm In any
 where. At every meal throughout
 the journey 1t was the same. I should
 have starved before I reached Stock
 holm if 1t hadn't been for a young
 American Y. M. c. A. man. He must
 have been a football player before he joined the '. NJ. c. A.. He was six
 feet tall and had mighty muscle
 Brute force and tips won. He and
 always got food.
 ''The next day we were many hours
 late. We arrived at eating stations al
 10, 4 and 6. Outside. the storm stil ragged. We reached the last station ir Finland late at night, too late to cross to Sweden. Our train pulled up on ( siding, and there 1t stayed. That nigh
 there were no sheets, but we were given a blanket apiece. I had be come used to sleeping in my clothes
 I needed them for warmth. I rolled
 up tight in the blanket.
 Tn tho morning we were still ol the siding. By g 1t was light. At 1t
 the hungry men were fuming fo their breakfast, but we were in th'
 middle of snowbanks. An engine house was tho only visible building The thermometer stood at 40 degree
 below zero. The Y. M. c. A. maj l. appeared, radiant and smiling. '' n have a plan. Come along. We'll ge = breakfast He tried to open the trail n door, but 1t was locked. We wer :. prisoners until we reached the sta z ton and our passports had been ex r :mined. But my companion wa e dauntless. He made for the last cal g The door to the rear platform wa n open. We climbed up over the raj
 and jumped into the snow. Then W 6 ran to the ensine-house. Inside " I found the engineer. Several kroner l. produced the desired effect He oil c ed up, and, the Y. M. .. A. man helpe a me into the Sngins. sat beside th $ engine driver, and he pulled tn
 whistle With 8 puff, we moved ou = of the building. IL was a joyous bu
 chilly mile ride ta the station, W
 bumped into a freight car on the wa,
 and took it along.