The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1918-10-25
THE BLUE TRIANGLE
AT RUSSlA'S FRONT

few scattered candles flung CLEANS as
persistent and as vague as Russia's
hope of liberty. A hundred Russian
girls and six young men were guests
Of the first Young WOmen's Christian
association in all Russia. II was n
gala afternoon tea but it was dark
because the winter days end at three
o'clock and there is restriction on
the use Of candles and Kerosene as
well as of electricity.
The girls were making merry even
in the gloom of winter. the twilight
and the tragedy of war. one slender
white-faccd girl with purple-shadowed
eyes was merrier than all the rest.
Her wit and ringing laugh We're con-
taglOus.
"Sonya is wonderful tonight" one
stirred gently into her tea the one
lump of sugar doled out carefully for
the party The Y. w. G. A. secre-
taries had been saving the sugar for
months-putting aside at each meal
one of the two Jumps served with the
coffee in the restaurant, that there
might be bit of sweet for this first
party. There was no bread.
"Sonya is not drinking her tea"
her pale little admirer went on, yet
she tainted this morning at the fac
tory and the forewoman said she was
hungry"
Were all hungry" was the mo-
notonous reply. 1T wasn't that"
Something stopped the laughter and
talk suddenly but the hush that fell
in the dmly 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 at
peace call thrills.
They went away early when the
music was done-these sad-eyed, half
starved little guests of the Blue Tri-
Gngle-for danger turks in the dark
of PetrOgrad streets, robberies and
murders-sharp little by-products of
q nations chaos and a world at war.
Sonya fingered after the others
were gone. She was standing close
u! tilt SeCItldIy -lOSttSS Nutu
she turned from saying goodnight to
the last one of the other girls. The
laughter had died out of the girls
eyes and the gaiety from her voice.
"Will you give me a note to the
factory superintendent" she asked,
telling him I'm attending classes
here at night?' She spoke in French,
for she knew no English, and the sec
retary no Russian.
"Yes, if it will help you" The sec
rotary was glad to give her such a
note but she was curious Tell me
why"
"If he knows the girls are going to
night classes he won't put us on the
night shift He will let us work days
so we can come. Yesterday asked
for the night shift. Today l have
changed my mind"
The secretary wondered. SOnya
had not been in any Of the classes.
Had the bright little party given her
an interest in the work of the assOcia-
ton? Had the friendliness of the
American secretaries reached her?
Was it the music that had given her
an impetus to study toward something
beyond a factory?
'What Is it that interests yOu?' the
secretary asked her. "YOu are not in
any of the classes now, are you? What
is it you want to take up?
"ThiS morning | looked out the fac
tory window" and SOnyas voice re-
minded the secretary of the call of Il
night bird before storm. Down in
the courtyard was crowd and three
men were killed. Killed by the pO-
llce-the bolshevk police, while
stood there and watched. They said
they We're anarchists. One was my !
brother. Another was my sweetheart |
l came here tonight to forget. But |
cannot forget. Always / will remem- /
Der. / want nothing now but to car
ry on their work, and to do that must 4,
study and learn must learn English /
and many other things. | want to go
in all the classes. If the foreman at
the factory knows l do that, he will !
help. lie will let me work days"
In the dark, the hunger, the cold. !
and the terror of PetrOCrad, the Blue |
Triangle is sending out its shining in |
yitatiOn to the bewildered women and !
young girls of Russia. Ii is offering !
a 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 as !
one tired girl expressed it, forget for !
the moment that they are in Petro- |
grad. Most of the girls who gather |
at the sign of the Blue Triangle are !
bOOkkeepers and stenOgraphers, but |
scattered among them are factory |
girls, dOmestlcs. and girls who never |
have worked.
"In Petrograd and elsewhere In /
Russia" says Miss ClariSsa Spencer. |
world secretary of the Y. w. c. A. !
who started the work in Russia, "girls ,
formerly employed in government Of |
fees come 10 us who have struck |
against the bolshevlstS. They're out |
s,l,as II.