The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-11-06

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passorby would probably not nav
known but that the slim little figure
In the plcated blue skirt had be
lonrcd there always. There was
nothing about her to set her apart
a. an alien. Nothing unless one
Glanced to stop and speak to her
Then she would cock her head. gaze
upat you with wide gray eyes and
N-smile very sweetly. But she would
say nothing II she did you would
IN all probability have not under
stood her. For she doesn't know a
word Of English.
Russia isn't very many days be-
hind Clare SAMPLER and In those big
clear eyes of hers there still turks
the shadow OF war horrors about
which she Is reluctant TO talk. She
has talked about IL 50 much, she will
tel you in excellent German. She
would much rather talk about this
strange big school into whose life
she has 50 suddenly been plunged.
1 Stcckoll Brought Them Hero.
Last summer X. A. Steckoll, 1899
North Denver, was In Europe. In
a "shuel' in Latvia, Russia he
found his little niece. eager, vivid
hungry for knowledge and study
ing ~ hours a day to get 1t. Out Of
class OF 45, she was tire only one
70 pass q set of rigid examination
She was full of ambition. Steckoll
determined that she should heve her
chance. So It came about that tw
weeks ago Moses Sanbler. one time
wholesale grocerman OF Latvia, his
wife. two sons and little 13-year-
old daughter landed in New York.
Within a few days they had come
Nj laa .1
once In Tulsa, settled down at once
TO the business OF learning the GUS
toms and the language OF their new
home.
To do that they entered night
school az Central. Glare. the little
sister, entered high school day
classes but she went TO night school
too. There weren't enough hours
for her to learn all that she wanted
10 learn. And one OF the teachers
at night school said that in one
night she accomplished more than
some OF the others did In a week.
The others in the family learn
quickly too. But this story IS abou
Clare.
Mrs, Brodle. in whose study class
Clare was the other afternoon, called
her and brought her o the cal
A little watch-charm girl. Clare II
All eyes, eyes like clear pools of
light and that shyly question while
hey take cool cognizance of you
She may not understand English
SSl1t there is a lot OF wisdom In tina
wise little head beneath its brown
huff OF bobbed hair She put her
finger beneath her chin and greeted
the stranger With a quaint little
ourtsy a charming bit OF the old
world come to Tulsa! A MILDLY
blouse Of the modern flapper en-
velOping a bit of old school femin-
unity that one felt somehow should
be clothed in full wide skirts and
!, lace bodice. But quaint as she
may have been in manner, there is
nothing either quaint or antiquated
" her mode vi thinkius or h-r
ideas
with her cousin. a dark eyed
glrl much taller than she. Glare sat
down in big chair in the Y. w
{. \. room, crossed slim ankles in
couSson sense brown walking shoes
and resignedly prepared to be
questioned, She had said so much
since coming TO this country about
Russia But she was Interested
In spite OF herself. with her cousin
translating, she talked OF her
Latyia.
Got Her ,fother Out of Prison.
During the war, II was bolshe-
VIZ she said. Now Il In I.atvia.
Inc bolshevik had power over every
th'ng IN the war. They imprisoned
my mother and she was sentenced
TO be shot. on a boisheyik hoH
Gay my aunt, with whom we stayed.
ana my brothera and l went to thre
Dolshevik authorities at the prison
ano showed them the papers saying
that we were her children and ask
ing Tor her release, They freed her
ana II was not so long after that
mat the whites were in control"
81, She was asked il the Russians
HNed Trotzky. She cooked her head
and touched her cheek lightly with
a small forefinger, wrinkling her
m0se-- a cunning little way she has
Nhen she is thinking.
He has good head, but no heart
she said. The people starvs and
ne doesn't care He is clever and
russians are afraid of him
Was she ever hungry? She
ahlIed--a pathetic little smile, sadly
manyWise beyond her IS years.
Aungry2 Many times!
IN the war, we have almost
hhothlng 20 ea,. Afterwards II is no
pel'er' When / go TO the "shuel"
sven nalt a pound OF DrNau
e'ety day that Is all we have to eat
my brothers and | my mother and
Ihere Is no food In Russia now.
everybody is hungry"
Shs leaned forward when she wa
sAhed what was going 10 happen
huAsia--What could be done
~uput lt-and made earnest gest
uIss with her little hands
trade" she answered. What
n Russia do when no one trade'
Tn,Nh herr If England and the
pnNed states would strade with
s,a sassla then we would no longer
mnen l asked her what Russians
holsht OF Trotzky she tilted he
aS and looked at me with narrow
~ eyes and there was no smile or
nttle face as she answered.
. IA, 20 We like TFotzky? Well, do you
70 slarve? We don't"
c he was seasick on the boat
yYlhs over and ii Is not to be
,onoered at that she doesn't like
So e "@er' But American this
country there Is nothing Il
Thn lald Of and plenty to eat
ahe hnose are the two wonderful things
co,,. her new home to her. Oi
JiLA Jss enc likes it--who would not