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PICTURE FROM LIFE THE OTHER CHOICE
Four months ago Grace Wilson came to Philadelphia from her home
in Stroudsburg. Her father was dead, her mother ill with tuberculosis, and
it was imperative that Grace should earn her own living. Grace is 23
years old, a pretty, fragile girl.
She found a job as waitress in Childs' restaurant, at $6 a week. It '
is not hard for pretty girls to get jobs as waitresses. Restaurant managers
appreciate the fact that they attract male customers.
Childs' restaurants are owned by John D. Rockefeller's Standard Oil
pals. Pretty girls add materially to their revenues, especially when they
are paid at the rate of $6 a week. ,
Grace struggled bravely to live on her $6. But the strain of long '
hours waiting on customers in a kitchen-flavored atmosphere, coupled
with improper and insufficient food and nights passed in a close, ill-ventilated
room, was too much for the girl whom the Great White Plague 'had
already marked for its own.
Her health- rapidly .broke .down, and a little, hacking cough made its
appearance. The restaurant "manager noticed that -cough. "We don't
want girjs-cdughing around here," he ordered, and Grace was fired.
Penniless, sjckahd alone in a- strange- city, Grace hunted in vain for -work.
Nobody wanted, her. There were two recourses openTto her the
river or the streets. She chose the latter. .
A week ago -a policeman of the vice squa'd arr'estecF her. He said she
accosted him. Grace said that it was h,e who accosted her. But what was
a girl's word against,a policeman's? Magistrate Pennock ordered her snt
to the House of Correction.
A letter came to her prison caU. It was from her mother in Strouds
burg. Her battle was nearly ended, and sheimplored her child to come
to her, that she might kiss hei before she died. That cry from"' a mother's
heart pierced even .the pitiless walls of ''justice." Yesterday Grace was
brought before Judge Barratt on a writ of habeas corpus. The' judge
listened to the -story and bowed his head: "She may go," he said.
So today Grace is on her way to bid her mother a last farewell." After
Why, after that, Childs' restaurant will hire other girls, other mothers
will die, other girls will turn to the streets, and the profits of. restaurants
will increase mightily. It is Business. Phila. News-Post.
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FUNKHOUSER AID BEATEN
It never rains but it pours, runs the
old proverb. And it seems to hold
good in the case of Major Funkhous
er and his aids.
With lightning rapidity the major
has been struck several times in the
last two weeks. First Chief Gleason
took the policewomen from "under
Funkhouser's control; then the mor
als squad was declared unauthorized
to make arrests; yesterday Dannen
berg, inspector of morals, lost his
case against Harrv Cullett.
And last night Emil W. Kowalske,
pne of Funkhouser's sleuths, was
bodly beaten at Lincoln and Belmont
av. by a gang of men who knew him
as a kid. His nose was broken.
When manadmjres woman's style
And all her pretty grace,
'Tis sad, when he starts making eyes,
To find her making faces.
Printed designs are appjied to near
ly everything of the silk sort for"
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