The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1919-01-02
The BLUE TRIANGLE
AT RUSSIA'S FRONT


few scattered candles flung CLEANS as
persistent and as vague as Russa'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 a
gala afternoon tea but II 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-faced girl with purple-shadowed
eyes was merTier than all the rest.
Her wit and ringing laugh were con-
taglous.
"SOnya is wonderful tonight" one
girl whispered to another as she
stirred gently into her ten 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"
"We're 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 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 filed with the
tears and heartbreak that people at
pence 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
a 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 out of the girls
eyes and the gaiety from her voice.
will 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, If 1t will help YOU" The Sec
rotary was glad to give her such q
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 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
an interest in the work of the assOcia.
tionf Had the friendliness Of the
American secretaries reached her.
Was 1t the music that had given her
an impetus to study toward something
beyond factory?
"What Is 1t that interests your" the
secretary asked her. "Y6u are not In
any of the classes now. are your What
Is II you want to take up?"
"Th!s morning looked out the fac
tory window" and Sonya's voice re
minded the secretary of tile call Of 6
night bird before storm. "Down ir
the courtyard was crowd and three
men were killed. Killed by the po
iice-the bolshevik police, while
stood there and watched. They SAID
they were anarchists. One was my
brother Another was my sweetheart
I came here tonight to forget. But
cannot forget Always I will remem
Der. want nothing now but to car
ry on their work, and to do that mus
study and Learnt must learn Englisl
and many other things. I want to &,
In all the classes. If the foreman a
the factory knows I do that. he will
help. He will let me work days."
In the dark, the hunger the cold
and the terror Of petrograd, the Blu,
Triangle Is sending out its shining In
vitatiOn to the bewildered women ant
young girls of Russia. II is Offerin,
q little oasis I'm the midst of tn
chaos where they may come and res
and relax. play games, listen 4
music, study English, French. stenog
raphy, bookkeeping, or music and n
one tired girl expressed II, forget 70
the moment that they are In Petro
grad. Most of the girls who gathe
at the sign of the Blue Triangle ar
bookkeepers and stenographers, bu
scattered among them are factor
girls, domestics, and girls who neve
have worked.
"In Petrograd and elsewhere Il
Russia" says Miss Clarissa Spencer
world secretary of the Y. w. G. A
who started The work I'm Russia, girl
formerly employed i'm government of
fees come TO us who have strlc
against the bolshevists. They're on