The Survey, Volume 30, Number 5, May 3, 1913Various
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The Survey, Volume 30, Number 5, May 3, 1913
Various
Charities -- Periodicals; Social problems -- Periodicals; United States -- Social conditions -- Periodicals
To those who know how considerable a factor in the whole problem
of the white slave traffic is the girl who is taken, not the girl
who goes, the girl who is under compulsion, not the girl who
stays, this book is a great contribution. THE SURVEY printed some
time since a poster that has been used in this country from ocean
to ocean: “Danger! Mothers, beware! 60,000 innocent girls wanted
to take the place of 60,000 white slaves who will die this year in
the United States.” If My Little Sister will only make the truth
of this warning more real, more individual more poignant, then, in
the pain-soothing words that close this book, “She will not have
suffered in vain, and others will thank her too.”
Such a book is not merely a literary production, an exquisite work
of art: it is a high, sincere human service. Front a literary
point of view it is a great book. One is reminded of the
Aeschylean definition of tragedy: “That which purifies the heart
through pity and terror.” But this book not only reaches great
tragic and dramatic heights, but its subtle art is such that it
blends with the tragedy in an almost eerie way a lyric chord which
echoes throughout, an unbroken strain of hope and pity, of the
essential dignity and sanity and rightness of life.
MOTHERHOOD
ISABEL KIMBALL WHITING
_I see them come crowding, crowding,
Children of want and pain,
Dark sorrow their eyes enshrouding
Where joy’s touch should have lain._
_They stand in silence beseeching,
Gaunt faces lifted up
And wan little hands outreaching
For Love’s forbidden cup._
_Their hearts are restless with yearning.
The hearts of my own are stilled,
Their lips are parched and burning
The cups of my own are filled!_
_I cry in love unsatisfied
For these without the fold,
My mother’s arms are open wide
These weary ones to hold._
_What though my arms are open wide,
Only mine own lie near.
Without still stand those long denied,
Compassed in want and fear._
_Bowed with the crown of Motherhood,
I seek that Shepherd of old;
“How can mine own receive the good
With some left out of the fold?”_
IN THE HANDS OF THE POLICE
A PLEA FOR A NEW LEGISLATURE TO MAKE AND ENFORCE LAWS AGAINST VICE
A. LEO WEIL
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