The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1918-10-16
The BLUE TRIANGLE
AT RUSSIA'S FRONT

Petrograd were in half shadow. A
few scattered candles flung CLEANS as
persistent and as vague as Russla'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. 1t was a
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
we'll as of electricity. ... =.
The girls were making merry even
in the gloom Of winter, the twilight
and the tragedy of war. One slender
white-faced girl with purple-shadowed
eyes was merrier than all the rest.
Her wit and ringing laugh were con-
tagious. .. ,.. .,
"Sonya is wonderful tonight" one
girl whispered to, another as she
stirred gently into her tea the one
lump of sugar doled out carefully for
the party. The Y. w. c. 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 a 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 Mt the4fac-
tory and the forewotnan said she was
hungry"
"We're all hungry" was the mo-
notonous reply. 1T wasn't that" g
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 yoice 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-
angle-for danger links in the dark
of Petrograd streets, robberies and
murders-sharp little by-products Of
nations chaos and world at war.
Sonya fingered after the others
were gone. She was standing close
by the secretary-hostess' chair when
she turned from saying goodnight to
the last one of the other. girls. The
laughter had died 3out Of the girls
eyes and the gaietysfrom her voice.
+ "NNill you give me- 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
rotary, no Russian.
"Yes, il it will help you.'' The sec
rotary was glad tosgiye her such a
note but she was Curious. "rell me
why" aai3 ~.
Ct "If he knows the girls are. going to
night classes he won't put US on the
night shift. He win let us work days
80 we can come. Yesterday asked
for the night shift. Today I have
changed my mind" I'll
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 factory?< 81"
/: "What is it that interests your" the
secretary asked her. "You are not in
any Of the classes now, are you? What
is It you want to take up?"
"Th!s morning looked out the fac
/. tory window and Sonya's voice re-
minded the secretary. of the call Of n
night bird before storm. Down in
the courtyard was crowd and three
men were killed. Killed by the po-
lice-the bolshevik police, while !
stood there and watched. They said
they were anarchists. One was my
3 brother. Another was my sweetheart.
( 1 came here tonight to forget. But I
cannot forget. Always will remem-
Der. I want nothing now but to car
ry on their work, and to do that ! must
study and Learnt must learn English
and many other things. ] want to go
! in all the classes. If the foreman at
the factory knows 1 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 it's shining in.
vitation to the bewildered women and
young girls Of Russia. 1t 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
dOokkeepers and stenographers, but
scattered among them are factory
girls, domestics, and girls who never
have worked. ~
''In Petrograd and elsewhere In
Russia" says Miss Clarissa Spencer
world secretary Of the Y. w. G. A
who started the work in Russia, girls
formerly employed in government Of
fees come to US who have struck
against the bolshevists. They're out