By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 05, 2017 From the Millennial Star, April 1944 — The Siren Goes at Ravenslea By Edith Russell At half past ten the siren goes. The household is just in bed. Grumbling a little because Jerry has no respect for people whose sole desire is to sleep deeply and dreamlessly, we thrust warm toes into cold shoes and struggle to fit dressing-gowned sleeves into heavy coats. “That’s ours,” someone remarks, as t...
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