Jacob A. Riis (18491914). The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
pulled them in at their second or third job. When searched, a tintype, evidently of Bowery make, was found in the pocket of one, showing them at rehearsal. They grinned when asked about it. We done a fellow up easy that way, they said, and wed a mind to see how it looked. They were lucky in being caught so soon. A little while, and the gallows would have claimed them, on the road they were travelling.
They had a Mind to see how it looked.
I mention this to show the kind of problem we have in our Bowery lodging houses, with their army of fifteen or sixteen thousand lodgers, hanging on to the ragged edge most of them, and I have only skimmed the surface of it at that. The political boss searches the depths of it about election time when he needs votes; the sanitary policeman in times of epidemic, when small-pox or typhus fever threatens. All other efforts to reach it had proved unavailing when D. O. Mills, the banker,