Jacob A. Riis 1849–1914. The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
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| human specimens for inspection and classification,—stick them on pins like bugs and hold them up and twirl them so as to let us have a good look,—then I know that somebody has wandered away off, and that he knows he has, for all he is making a brave show trying to persuade himself and us that it was worth the money. No use going into that farther. The fact is that we have all been groping. We saw the need and started to fill it, and in the strange surroundings we lost our bearings and the password. We got to be sociological instead of neighborly. It is not the same thing. |
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| A Cooking Lesson in Vacation School: the Best Temperance Sermon. |
| Here is the lost password: “neighbor.” That is all |