Jacob A. Riis 1849–1914. The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
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| of his grave, unblinking eye at the motley crowd, but gives no sign. Does he ask: “Where are the Pilgrim Fathers, the brave Huguenots, the patient Puritans, the sturdy priests, and the others that came for conscience’ sake to build upon this continent a home for freedom? And these, why do they come with their strange tongues—for gold?” True, eagle! but look to the roster of those who fought and died for the freedom those pioneers planted, who watered the tree with their life blood, and see how many you find inscribed there who came through that gate. Go to the public school and hear their children speak the tongue that is |