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“Model tenement houses and libraries are not going to save people from
selfishness. There must be the tireless, personal, face-to-face and
hand-to-hand work of men and women who have come to know themselves as
their brothers’ keepers. Institutions and paid agents can never do this
work.”
“But they can help enormously towards it,” I replied.
“Certainly,” said Mildred; “they will organize and start the work; but
then it is all these people for whom I shall write my suggestions who
must do the rest of the work, and they alone can make it effective.
“Now, for instance, here is a plan which Ralph and I have just been
working out. It is to help save the half-grown boys and girls who night
after night find their chief delight in strolling arm in arm through the
streets, with smoking, and vulgar jests and silly laughter.
“You know well enough what the social dangers are to underpaid,
giddy-headed girls shut up all day in shop or factory and longing for
freedom and companionship.
“Night after night have Ralph and I walked up and down watching them,
listening to their silly giggles and cheap talk, noting their tawdry
jewelry and ribbons and frowzy bangs.
“How I pity them! I should so like to make life a little better worth
living for them. Who can blame them for not wanting, after a hard day’s
work, to stay in their crowded, noisy homes or dreary boarding-house
hall-bedrooms?
“Everywhere that we have been we have made it a practice to visit the
dime museums and cheap theatres, and to study the amusements which these
young people crave! Everywhere I find it the same.
“I used to know in a vague way about this night-side of things, but not
until recently have I realized the awful temptations which are besetting
these empty-headed girls who have no resources in themselves.
“Free lectures, or concerts, or libraries have small charm for such as
they. They want to exercise, to flirt, above all to talk and laugh to
their heart’s content.
“The churches do not meet more than one in a hundred of such girls and
not more than one in a thousand of such young men. They have no desire
to spend an evening at a prayer-meeting, they would feel out of place at
a church sociable, and they are too tired and unambitious to care for
any classes or study.
“They want a good time; they want ‘fun,’ and they have no idea that it
can be found among members of their own sex alone. And in this their
instinct is half right.
“These young people ought to exercise and have ‘fun,’ and they ought to
have it together.
“There are various coffee-rooms for temperate men, and various girls’
club-rooms for girls alone, but, so far as I know, scarcely a
respectable place in the whole city where an honest, self-respecting,
poor girl can go and be able to meet honorable young men, under the
protection of those who would see that her natural instincts were
gratified without sacrifice of her womanhood.
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