Every year, a thousand of these women outlive their usefulness to their brutal masters! This is the record for one city. Authorities say this record for the country is 60,000!
WHAT BECOMES OF THEM?
We shudder as we answer that question.
Many of them seek the river as a last resting place and their bodies are cast ashore to lie in the county morgue a week, and then to be buried in the paupers’ field.
Many of them go insane and are taken to state institutions where death soon mercifully comes and wipes out their useless lives.
Many of them are cast forth from the dens where they have turned their every drop of blood to gold for their masters, and are picked up dead in the alleys and streets of the city.
Some are sent to other cities to die, and leave no reflections on the men and women that turned them out.
God has destroyed cities for lesser evils, but Chicago lives on, fattening on the dead bodies of these victims!
As the parade of lost women moves slowly to the grave the tributaries pour more souls into the lake of infamy and there is no place left unfilled!
No woman going down there knows of the terrible possibilities until it is too late. That is the secret of vice; its lying lips belch forth the truth only when its shackles are welded about the limbs of its victims.