Innocent children are tucked into their little, white beds. The kiss from loving lips goes with them into the land of dreams. The future has no terror for them, because they know not.
While thousands sleep, thousands sin and perish in Chicago!
Crime loves the protection of darkness. Vice breathes more freely in the night.
From his cavern, creeps forth the monster Vice with sun-down.
He is hungry for his victims. They have been fattened for him. The hour has come for the nightly sacrifice on the altars of debauchery.
Come with us! Come, we will show you the City Defiled!
Down into the heart of the loop district we shall go first.
Right across from where God’s and man’s laws are administered in the County Courthouse, a stone’s throw from one of the oldest churches in Chicago, we shall stop.
It is George Silver’s “Rialto.” It is one of the most popular cafes of its kind in Chicago. It is a place where human souls are valued for just the worth of the body’s hire. An alderman is said to be part owner of this place.
It is a typical example of the hundreds of drinking places for men and women that are found in Chicago.