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Beckoning the woman to one side,
I at once challenged her sincerity.
"You don't look starved," I com
menced. "Haven't you enough to
eat?"
Almost angrily Xhe woman replied:
"If I had enough, do you think I'd
be out here in the cold hollering?"
"Well, what do you think the
mayor should do for you?" I asked.
"We don't want chicken. We want
the mayor to make it possible for us
to buy potatoes and bread at prices
the poor can pay.
"What am I going to do today? I
have my man, he's a tailor, out of
work, and two children to feed.
"1 have 12 cents to get food for
supper and breakfast. With onions
at 18 cents a pound, potatoes at 6
cents a pound, meat 24 cents, bread
at 6 cents, beans at 14 cents and
sugar at 35 cents for 3'2 pounds,
how far is my 12 cents going to go?
"My baby must have milk or he
will die, and that Is 13 cents a quart
"When my husband is working he
makes ?14 a week. I pay $14 a month
rent for three back rooms. With $14
a week we used to be able to just
make a living. With price3 as they
are now we could not even live on $2
a day. We would Just exist.
"You needn't believe MY story.
Ask any of these women what they
are doing. They will tell you the
same story.
"Have you ever heard of a 'tail
or's lunch'? Two piecse of thick black
bread, a pickle and an apple. Thou
sands of tailors down here are work
ing for 10 and 12 hours a day on a
tailor's lunch."
After listening to Mrs. Sobel's tale
I made some inquiries as to prices in
a nearby pushcart market
There was no further need to
search for mysterious meanings in
last week's riotous demonstrations
against the rising cost of food with
potatoes at $3 50 and $4 a bushel,
with flour double its price of last
June, and with butter, cheese and
' agetables at war prices.
It is a strange sight, this spectacle
of thousands of hungry-eyed moth
ers and pale-faced children in the
richest city of a country that is
bursting with prosperity and plenty
howling for the bare necessities of
life!
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THE SOLITAIRE
By Dorothy Sachnoff
Lonely in this world of wonders,
Pondering of unbounded yore,
Uncanny thoughts of eclat yonders,
Embrace my soul forever more.
The solitary days of youth still re
member, In prison succumbed precious mo
ments of life,
With quaint surroundings as dull as
November,
Till age curved the brow with
struggle and strife.
Effaced from the doom cell of un
couth, , Turned to nature brave and un
abated, To unravel the mystery of truth,
But age and power were too be
lated. Thus in prodigy life doth vanish,
Repenting memories do appear,
Of innocent youth the law did banish
And Time, the Death herald, ap
proaches near.
Lonely 'in this world of wonders,
P depart desolate but true,
Nature commands that we follow her
yonder,
For can we life ever renew?
TODAY IN ILLINOIS HISTORY
Feb. 26, 1833, The Northwestern
Temperance society held Its third
anniversary in Hennepin, Putnam
county.
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Ohio women will hereafter vote
for president, but when will they be
empowered to vote for prohibition?.
There's the rub.
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