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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 11, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 7

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than that he belongs tp that church.
As for the cry, "Put nothing but
Americans on guard," I am for it.
But I believe all of us are Americans,
and that our church affiliation has
nothing whatever to do with it. I be
lieve Catholics and Protestants alike
would go to war side by side in de
fense of this country, just as they
-o-
have done in every war we have ever
had.
I believe, in the Golden Rule, and I
actually believe in the brotherhood of
man. Hence it is impossible for me
to believe that the men who belong to
my church are my brothers and that
the men who belong to another
church are not.
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HUMAN SYMPATHY IS A FREQUENT CALLER ATt
' JUDGE HOPKINS' MORALS COURT
Human sympathy, encouraged by
Judge 'Hopkins and Prosecutor Geo.
L. Reker, often creeps into the Morals
Court. r
This great quality was displayed
by these men in dealing with Mar
garet Smith, a young waitress, who
faltered at the crossroads and then
took the wrong path.
Officers of the law brought her into
court and told the judge they had
found her living with a man tq whom
she was not married in a house at
Jackson and Sangamon streets.
From the evidence introduced by
the hardened police it seemed the
same world-old story of the Magda
lene. - But something in the look of
shame that Reker discovered in her
downcast eyes aroused the prosecu
tor's curiosity. She looked like a
penitent school girl standing there in
court, among the usual court char
acters. "We caught her living- with a man
named Wm. Burns. She's a new one,
I guess. "We've never seen her be
fore,," droned the police officer.
Sie looked up at the judge and
there was a look of pain in her sea
blue eyes. She looked-so much like
a wounded bird that had fallen to
the grourid.
Reker looked at the girl. She
didnt look like one that was in "the
game."
There was nothing in her dress
that'Suggested the over-dressed "pro
fessional." But there a quiet dignity
"What's your story," Reker asked
her. And the tenderness in his voice
was the first bright spot in the entire
proceedings to the-girl.
"I came here from Indiana two
years ago," the girl narrated. "Igot
a job in The Fair, but I couldn't live
on the wages. A girl told me I
could make more working as a wait
ress. So I got a job on the West Side.
I have worked in restaurants ever
since. There was only two things I
could do that were honest, work in a
restaurant or a department store.
Anil the former was a little bit bet
ter than the latter.
"A few months ago I got a job at
Childs'. I heard so much about the
wealth of the Childs' string of restau
rants that I thought it would be a
good thing to work at one of them.
I found Childs' to be one of the worst
.places in the city. I got $7 a week
there and no tips. I couldn't stand it
very long.
"By this time I had neared the end
of my rope. My clothes were getting
shabby. I owed room rent. I was
getting desperate. If I went out with
men they noticed that my clothes
were' old and. thought that I would
listen to whatever they wanted to
propose in order to get better clothes.
But I tried. And some times I prayed
for strength to hold up. .
"I got so that I shunned every one.
I found that most men wanted to
make a plaything of me, and I didn't
want to go out with 'girls. They were
always dressed so much better than
in' her'general appearance.
i.1 was.
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