That to the height of this argument
I may assert eternal Providence
And justify the ways of God to men.
—Milton
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| Introductory | xi | |
| I | My Itinerary and Working Plan | [3] |
| II | The Welcome in the City Beautiful to its Builders | [8] |
| III | Chicago—A Landlord for Its Homeless Workers | [28] |
| IV | The Merciful Awakening of New York | [42] |
| V | Homeless—In the National Capital | [48] |
| VI | Little Pittsburg of the West and Its Great Wrong | [57] |
| VII | “Latter-Day Saints” Who Sin Against Society | [62] |
| VIII | Kansas City and Its Heavy Laden | [71] |
| IX | The New England “Conscience” | [82] |
| X | Philadelphia’s “Brotherly Love” | [95] |
| XI | Pittsburg and the Wolf | [104] |
| XII | Omaha and Her Homeless | [117] |
| XIII | San Francisco—The Mission, the Prison, and the Homeless | [123] |
| XIV | Experiences in Los Angeles | [136] |
| XV | In Portland | [144] |
| XVI | Tacoma | [160] |
| XVII | In Seattle | [164] |
| XVIII | Spokane | [172] |
| XIX | Minneapolis | [178] |
| XX | In the Great City of New York | [183] |
| XXI | New York State—The Open Fields | [197] |
| XXII | The Laborer the Farmer’s Greatest Asset | [207] |
| XXIII | Albany—In the Midst of the Fight | [218] |
| XXIV | Cleveland—The Crime of Neglect | [223] |
| XXV | Cincinnati—Necessity’s Brutal Chains | [244] |
| XXVI | Louisville and the South | [256] |
| XXVII | Memphis—A City’s Fault and a Nation’s Wrong | [279] |
| XXVIII | Houston—The Church and the City’s Sin Against Society | [288] |
| XXIX | San Antonio—Whose Very Name is Music | [296] |
| XXX | Milwaukee—Will the Philosophy of Socialism End Poverty? | [305] |
| XXXI | Toledo—The “Golden Rule” City | [310] |
| XXXII | Spotless Detroit | [314] |
| XXXIII | Conclusion | [318] |
| XXXIV | Visions | [328] |
| Appendix | [339] |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| The Author—As Himself and “Broke” | Frontispiece |
| PAGE | |
| A half-frozen young outcast sleeping in a wagon-bed. He was beaten senseless by the police a few minutes after the picture was taken | [3] |
| A familiar scene in a Western city. The boy is “broke” but not willing to give up | [8] |
| A Municipal Lodging House. An average of seventy men slept each night in the brick ovens during the cold weather | [16] |
| At a Denver Employment Office. Many of these men slept in the brick ovens the night before | [24] |
| “Stepping up a little nearer to me he drew more closely his tattered rag of a coat” | [32] |
| Huddled on a stringer in zero weather | [32] |
| Just before Thanksgiving, 1911, leaving the Public Library, Chicago, after being ejected because of the clothes I wore | [40] |
| Municipal Lodging House, Department of Public Charities, New York City | [42] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Registering Applicants | [48] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Physicians’ Examination Room | [64] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: “Now for a good night’s rest” | [64] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Favorite Corner, Female Dormitory | [80] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Men’s Shower Baths | [96] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Female Showers and Wash Room | [96] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Men’s Dining Room | [112] |
| “The small dark door leads down under the sidewalk and saloon.” San Francisco Free Flop of Whosoever Will Mission | [128] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Women’s and Children’s Dining Room | [144] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Male Dormitory | [184] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Female Dormitory | [184] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Fumigating Chambers—loading up | [192] |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Fumigating Chambers—sealed up | [192] |
| “I would have continued to ride on the top as less dangerous, if I had not been brutally forced on to the rods” | [268] |
| “I finally reached a point where I was hanging onto the corner of the car by my fingers and toes” | [268] |
| Riding a Standard Oil car | [272] |
| “After becoming almost helpless from numbness by coming in contact with the frozen steel shelf of the car I stood up and clung to the tank” | [272] |
| A sick and homeless boy with his dog on guard. He is sleeping on a bed of refuse thrown from a stable, with an old man lying near him | [288] |
| Waiting to crawl into a cellar for a free bed, unfed, unwashed. Fully clothed they spend the night on board bunks, crowded like animals | [320] |