Jacob A. Riis 1849–1914. The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
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| Health Department’s records, while another became the foulest lodging house in an unclean city, and of how it was a church corporation that owned the worst underground dive down-town in those bad old days, and turned a deaf ear to all remonstrances. The Church was “angling for souls.” But soul in this world live in bodies endowed with reason. The results of that kind of fishing were empty pews and cold hearts, and the conscience-stricken cry that went up, “What shall we do to lay hold of this great multitude that has slipped from us?” |
| The years have passed and brought the answer. To-day we see churches of every denomination uniting in a systematic canvass of the city to get at the facts of the people’s life of which they had ceased to be a part, pleading for parks, playgrounds, kindergartens, libraries, clubs, and better homes. There is a new and hearty sound to the word “brother” that is full of hope. The cry has been answered. The gap in the social body, between rich and poor, is no longer widening. We are certainly coming closer together. A dozen years ago, when the King’s Daughters lighted a Christmas tree in Gotham Court, the children ran screaming from Santa Claus as from a “bogey man.” Here lately the boys in the Hebrew Institute’s schools nearly broke the bank laying in supplies to do him honor. I do not mean that the Jews are deserting to join |