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vertisiiig didn't crusade even a little
In fact they suppressed the report.
And not over a handful of preach
ers in Chicago did any more crusad
ing than the kept newspapers did.
Now, however, the whole pack of
'em are in full cry chasing Vice up
hill and down dale.
It's the same old game. They are
crusading against barrel-houses,
saloonkeepers, gamblers, street walk
ers and inmates of the so-called un
I wonder where they are going to
chase .the lost sisters of the under
They can't murder them. They
can't drive them into the lake. If
they chase them off the streets,
they'll chase them into houses. And
if. they chase them out of houses,
they'll chase them into the street.
If they chase them out of town,
others will take their places. For all
this chasing doesn't have any effect
upon the cause.
Innocence in being driven into
one end of the underworld just as
fast as vice is carried out of the
other end in pauper coffins.
And men are driving it in. And it
isn't the poor men who are doing the
driving. Only too often it is the sons
of the millionaire employers who pay
starvation wages. Often it is the
Eyen the jack-rollers, bums, hobos,
drunks, coke-fiends, pickpockets,
thieves, panderers and murderers
were once innocent babes hugged
to the breast of a loving mother.
And I never knew of a vice crusade
that undertook to prevent these
babes from becoming criminals.
I can't hate these fallen ones
male or female. I am sorry for them.
And I can't chase them. I wish I
could help them. But I always keep
wondering what chance they had to
be as we are we who like to believe
we are decent and respectable.
I wonder if men who once held
their heads as high as you or I dp,
haven't had a 5-cent flop at "Flop"
Hogan's hotel for down-and-outs this:
week because they couldn't pay for
a bed that cost more than that.
And then I wonder how much re-
sponsibility rests on society you?
and me for those who struggled andi
I no more approve of drunkenness,-
jack-rolling, pocket-picking, thieving,
prostitution and murder than Judge
Mahoney and the virtuous Chicago
preachers and publishers do. But I
can't help thinking that every one of
these brothers and sisters o'f
YOURS and MINE were born justT
as innocent as you and7I .were.
So I can't help wondpring about
the CAUSE of it all. , I
I can't get the viewpoint of the1
policeman who will club them un
necessarily, or-that of the minister
of God or the high moral editor ora
book-taught judge, who hounds and I
chases them, but never stirs a finger
to lift them up.
It may be my morals are upside,
down. Possibly I am unmoral 1-'
don't know. When I hear and read of
the so-called underworld, I don't"
know just what it means. Sometimes-'
I wonder if the real underworld
doesn't consist of the 95 per cent
who are under the 5 per cent. Arid
then I wonder if the most vicious"'
underworld isn't the 5 per cent who
appear to be the overworld.
I saw a hobo help a blind manki .
across Van Buren street the other
day. And I wondered if John D:!
Rockefeller ever helped a blind man '
across a busy street. I confess I liken
hobos better than I like Rockefellers.
I have more respect for any woman .
in the tenderloin than for any man'"1 1
who started her in that direction. T
never saw a woman I wouldn't tip
my hat to. I never saw a man I
wouldn't shake hands with. For I tip "
my hat to and shake hands with the
good 'that's still there in every hu
man being. "
In conclusion I'm wondering--,
whether the purpose of the present'