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churches not only countenance vice
and a redlight district, but they can't
get along without it.
Big business needs it and uses it to
show its customers a "good" time.
If the levee is closed members of the
Chicago Association of Commerce
and members of the Illinois Manufac
turers' Association will find it harder
to "entertain" their country custom
ers when they come to the business
conventions held in that greatest of
all convention cities and that greatest
and coolest of summer resorts Chi
The trust press needs it for political
purposes and also for news purposes,
especially in the silly season when
real news is scarce.
The United Charities needs it, for
without it there would be fewer jobs
and smaller salaries for the charity
"workers." And the majority of
churches have to have it because if
there was not a big howl about vice
in the redlight district it might per
adventure be discovered to exist in
the church pews and also in some of
the pulpits and that would never do.
Did you ever see a preacher who
was an authority on yellow-legged
chickens that wasn't a good judge of
Finally, my beloved brethren, as a
matter of FACT, that thing we com
monly call vice, as seen in the red
light district in Chicago or in the Em
pire or Alhambra in London, isn't vice
at all. That's only sham or counter
feit vice. Its real name is POVERTY.
The only real, worth while, copper
riveted, everlasting, made-to-order,
genuine vice, is to be found on the
Lake Shore drive, Sheridan road and
But, my boy, you ca-an't approach
it, don't you know? Alfred Cordon,
A SONG TO THE UNSUNG HEROES THE GIRLS
ON THE PICKET LINE
BY JANE WHITAKER
You may take off your hat to the soldier, his courage is certainly fine.
I, too, have admired his valor out there on the firing line. But it isn't so
hard to show bravery when your fame 'round the world will spread, nor
even to die when you know you'll lie where a nation honors its dead.
You may boast of the valor of heroes, whatever their deeds may be, of
a life that is snatched from devouring flames or torn from a greedy sea.
But it isn't so hard to show courage when the soul of a man propels, and the
world looks on and with mighty song the tale of his bravery tells.
But my song is not for the soldier, or the hero in tempest born, for you
in their lives will cast flowers and you at their death will mourn. I sing of '
an unsung courage, neglected by world acclaim, but its steadfast light
shines through the night with never a flickering flame.
It's the courage of women workers who fight overwhelming pdds, in
a land that pays homage to money and worships tp golden gods. In a land
where the tinkle of silver can buy up a Judas throng, and the law in its
might may be blind to the right and lean to the moneyed, strong. .
Yet they laugh at the powers that would crush them, these women '
whose courage is great, and they fight not alone their own battle in their
hands is their sisters' fate. They smile when their pride is humbled, they l
are deaf to a vicious jeer, and they never retreat in the face of defeat and '
they never acknowledge fear. l
For them there will be no plaudits for them there will be no fame, yet
the prize they will win 4s their sisters', too, they will share it just the same.
So I sing of an unsung courage, a courage that's certainly fine, and I raise i
my glass to the bravest lass the girl on the picket line I
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