Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Women philanthropists -- Fiction
“No; the whole house would have steam heat, thus making a valuable
saving of space as well, by doing away with the stove and place for
fuel. The halls of the model tenements now are heated by steam. I
estimate that the trifle extra which would be added to the price of the
room and the food would be no more than, probably not so much as, what
would be spent for food and fuel in the old way; for the poor that I
have known are the most extravagant people living. They buy a poor
quality of food at high rates, and through bad cooking and irregularity
of living waste and spoil much that they have.
“Besides, I have had another thing in mind,—that is, the mothers who go
out to work by the day and have to let their children come home from
school to pick up any kind of cold dinner that they find, and who, so
far as my experience goes, invariably spend every cent they get upon
candy and innutritious cakes bought at the bakery.”
“This is all a charming theory, Miss Brewster,” said a pale-faced lady
with auburn hair, who had hitherto remained silent; “but I am afraid
that until you have a more enlightened community to deal with it won’t
work. The conservatism, perhaps one might call it the stupidity, of the
lower classes is something we are fighting against all the time. Every
innovation has to be introduced with great caution in order not to
offend them. Strange as it may seem, these people who come from lands
where they have been down-trodden, with no privileges of any sort,
stickle more for their rights and independence, and are far less willing
to yield to restrictions than we. They don’t want to be ‘bossed.’ They
want to do as they please, even if they pay more for it and are not half
so well served. The idea of saving fuel and getting rid of the nuisance
of ash-barrels would not appeal to the low Italians. They cook their
little messes of macaroni over a few sticks, and would not dream of
using the fuel that an Irishman would require.
“Let me tell you about a cheap lunch-room that was started as an
experiment some time ago. We gave good, nutritious food at the lowest
cost price, and what was the result? It remained on our hands, and we
could not sell it, and discovered to our surprise that the people for
whose advantage we had established it learned that if they waited until
the food was cold and ready to spoil they could come to the back door
and ask for it and get it for little or nothing. It would really have
been wiser to throw the food away. Yet the very same people who would do
this showed a decided pride when they suspected any supervision or
interference in their domestic affairs. A coöperative kitchen was
established in one of our tenement houses as an experiment, that is, a
range to be used in common, in order to save the fuel and heat in summer
of a fire in each separate room. But no one liked to use it. Each woman
was afraid of interfering or being interfered with.”
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