"_I wake up in the morning, and find a man beside me. I am always frightened, even yet,--until I remember. I remember who I am and what I am.... Then I try to think what he is like--what his companions called him--what he said to me. I try to remember how he looked--because you know in the morning, his face is always turned away._" Does it help you to see that we are all one?... Yet I couldn't have seen then, trained by men and the City. I belonged to the ranks of the corrective forces in the eyes of the City--and she, to the destructive.... She would have gone to the pen, I sitting opposite waiting for something more important to make a news bulletin.... From the City's point of view, I was at large, safe and sane.... The extreme seriousness with which men regard themselves as municipal correctives--as soldiers, lovers, monopolists--has risen for me into one of the most remarkable facts of life. The Straight Road BY PAUL HANNA (Contemporary American poet) They got y', kid: they got y'--just like I said they would. You tried to walk the narrow path, You tried, and got an awful laugh; And laughs are all y' did get, kid--they got y' good! They never knew the little kid--the kid I used to know; The little bare-legged girl back home, The little kid that played alone-- They don't know half the things I know, kid, ain't it so? They got y', kid, they got y'--you know they got y' right; They waited till they saw y' limp, Then introduced y' to the pimp-- Ah, you were down then, kid, and couldn't fight! I guess y' know what some don't know, and others know damn well-- That sweatshops don't grow angels' wings, That workin' girls is easy things, And poverty's the straightest road t' Hell! The "Cadet" (_From "The House of Bondage"_) BY REGINALD WRIGHT KAUFFMAN (See page 53)