If Society won't feed us
We'll feed the Society of Worms—
POTTER'S FIELD
Under a big foot—property of a popular chiropodist on lower Broadway; terms twenty-five cents per, five for a dollar—was this:
We are the World's Unfortunates:
BORN TO BE KICKED!
Then followed a haggard-faced man who looked like an exaggerated picture of poverty. He carried: