A tragic yet inspiring story of the splendid behaviour of Polish girl guides was told. by the founder of the movement in Poland, Madame Malkowska, who spoke at London Headquarters yesterday, Of the guides and rangers in Warsaw she had little hope that any had escaped. Daily the patrols went out, carrying hot drinks to the soldiers defending the city, bearing messages, helping at first-aid posts, Scores of them, to Madame Malkowska's knowledge, were killed by bomb or bullet, yet they never faltered but went out fearlessly to almost certain death.
Madame Malkowska was in charge of a school in south Poland when the war began, By the end of August she had got most of the children away to Rumania, only about a dozen guides remaining with her. On now being shown, with a collapsible pocket at the bottom for the gas mask and compartments for the other things mentioned, all fitting into miraculously small space. We shall be quite sorry when the war is over and we have no longer any excuse for playing with these pretty toys.
Candle-makers are also rising nobly to the occasion presented by electric-light rationing. All sorts of decorative candles of many colours are in the shops—huge cube candles in which the light burns down the middle, and honeycomb candles made from beeswax and warranted to diffuse all the scents of the meadow as they burn, What is more to the point is the becoming nature of candlelight which lends attraction even to the homeliest face. There is something to be said for war after all.
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