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"A Morning with Pops" - Ted Conover - Amherst Alumni Magazine

The sun has not yet risen over the mountains east of Portola, California, but in the early morning dimness I can see that Pops is already stirring.  I watch from the shrubs across our "jungle," as the mound of blankets and plastic sheeting which contains Pops shifts and gets thrown back.  Stiffly, Pops rises to his feet. He glances over at me, still wrapped in my own blankets, and I not.  That means "good morning."  It's been a long night's sleep - like most tramps, we "rolled out" just after sundown - but November mornings in the Sierras are cold, and I wait until Pops has fire going before climbing from my bed on the ground.  Dressing is not necessary - we sleep in our clothes to help keep up warm - so the first business of the day is to heat the coffee water. Pops has the "gunboat" (cooking can) ready, but pouring the water from the plastic-jub water bottle is hard this morning because chunks of ice keep blocking the mouth.  I hold the jug while Pops pushes the ice back with a twig, and the water pours.  

Amherst  1981-01-01

XII-"The Music Man" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

Allie, a young New Yorker I met at the Central Union Mission here, was the only man to discover my true identity in this two-month Baltimore-Washington odyssey. As time passed in the journey, the original fear I felt about being uncovered was supplanted by a sense of same, the ignominy of sharing bread and swapping stories with homeless derelicts while knowing I had alternatives that these men could only wish for - a warm place to sleep at night, steady work, food to eat.

The Washington Post  1980-05-08

XI-"'What's in It for Me?' in Washington" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

Welcome to the world of panhandling, an art, science, hustle and con - and the oldest and most respected pastime of Washington's down and out. This was a city where a bum wasn't a true bum unless he mooched, begged and bummed the public for cash.

The Washington Post  1980-05-07

X-"Tapping 'The Bank'" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

To the bums of Washington, getting by meant flipping fingers through the coin return slots for spare change, scavenging sidewalks outside fast food joints for packets of sugar, and knowing what times the soup kitchens opened. It meant tricks such as clipping the corners of a five-dollar bill, pasting the "5" digits over the "1" digits on a one-dollar bill and trusting cashiers to be none the wiser.

The Washington Post  1980-05-06

IX-"A Washington Winter's Tale: Fear Hunger, Loathing, Abuse" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

When the sun went down and the rats came out - furry, long-tailed, hunchbacked rats. They scampered out of their nests in the bowels of the Daughters of the American Revolution building, tiptoeing along hedges and bushes, ducking in and out of drainage gutters, sniffing for food.

The Washington Post  1980-05-05

VIII-"In D.C., Raw and Threatening Things" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

After sojourns in Baltimore and the Maryland suburbs, I finally arrived in the District of Columbia - my last stop on this assignment as a homeless derelict - and soon discovered a number of contrasts between the two cities.

The Washington Post  1980-05-04

VII-"Snug Haven But No Sleep at Crisis Center" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

Carl strayed into Bethesda the same February evening I wandered into town as a homeless derelict. He was 18, a mentally troubled patient from Springfield State Hospital. He was a lost soul whose path eventually and inevitably met mine at the Bethesda Community Crisis Center, an all-purpose receptacle for Montgomery County's wounded and dispossessed.

The Washington Post  1980-05-03

VI-"All-Night Cafe: A Classroom on How to Survive" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

Suburbia was a no-man's-land for the down and out. In Baltimore, my legs were invaluable because they got me around to the blood banks, soup kitchens, libraries and labor pools where I could eat or kill a day and still get back in time to spend a night at the mission. There were, in other words, basic necessities for survival a derelict could count on in the city.

The Washington Post  1980-05-02

V-"Money Brings a Taste of 'Real Living" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

As far as a bum was concerned, hotels such as the Edison were funhouses compared to the mission, and whenever my peers came across a little cash they immediately checked into the joint for a way or two of real living. Here, they could drink in the hallways, flirt with women, go in and out at night to savor The Block, and sleep much later than they could at the Helping-Up missions, where everyone was awakened and booted out the door at 5:30 every morning.

The Washington Post  1980-05-01

IV-"Learning the Tricks of Walking a Md. Throwaway Paper Route" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

In a mission riddled with decay and grime, Johnny was a man apart. Here, in the middle of it all, was a meticulous gentleman who wore expensive sunglasses, tucked away dry-cleaned trousers in a tidy duffel bag and ate supper with a paper napkin opened neatly on his lap.

The Washington Post  1980-04-30

III-'Work!' Brings Cheers at Local 194's Hiring Hall" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

"All right, you lousy, no-good, no-count, know nothin' sons of bitches," Cockeye barked, stepping over Sam's rusty bucket, shitting off a television game show with a quick flick of his thumb and facing the crowd of unemployed workers who glanced up from their poker hands in the Paca Street union hall and listened for the rest of what their grizzled labor leader had to say this rainy morning.

The Washington Post  1980-04-29

II-"The Bum's Life in Baltimore" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

We staggered out of the Helping-Up Mission in Baltimore every morning at 5:30, a down processional of bums trooping down the streets in twos and threes, alone in the city, save for a few prostitutes looking for one more trick to cap a long night.

The Washington Post  1980-04-28

I-"Exploring the World of the Urban Derelict" - Neil Henry - Washington Post

Old Louie was a little guy with a gaunt, pink face and a bushy mass of white hair that stood straight up on his head. He was a bum and, like other Baltimore bums, he insisted he was leading a secret life. Whenever pressed or drunk, Old Louie declared that he was not truly down and out but rather a descendant of Manchu royalty traipsing incognito from flophouse to flophouse recruiting an army to overthrow Mao.

The Washington Post  1980-04-27

VIII-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

Most of New York City's slum dwellers live in ignorance and fear.During my "life" in the tenement jungles, I talked to scores of tenants who were completely unaware of their basic rights under housing laws. And because of this ignorance, they are exploited and housed in quarters intolerable for decent human beings.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-30

VII-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

As part of my assignment to live in slums for a month, I wanted the experience of trying to get on relief. My role was that of an unemployed and inexperienced actor who drifted here from Los Angeles.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-29

IV-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

It's almost a blessing that Old Sam can't see the squalor of the one-room dungeon where he lives with his faithful wife in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn.Old Sam is blind.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-26

III--"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

Francisco and his seven small children are trapped in a dingy, unventilated two-room flat in a cankerous community called "Korea" in the Lower East Side.Francisco was one of the first tenants I met after I became a slum dweller in that area of the city last month. My $10-a-week hole in the wall in a cheap rooming house on Forsyth St. was barren, rat infested.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-25

Editorial: "I Lived in the Slums" - Unsigned - World Telegram & Sun

This is probably the first time we've ever asked our readers to refer to yesterday's paper. But we emphatically urge just that for any readers who may have missed reading the opening article in Woody Klein's "I Lived in a Slum" series.Seldom has a story revealed in such dramatic and explicit terms the atrocious conditions under which more than a million New Yorkers live. Today's article and those that will fellow present further shocking documentation of a great city's shame.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-24

VI-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

Twenty years ago W. 84th St. was a "good address" in a highly respectable neighborhood inhabited by successful, middle-class residents of New York City. It was clean, well-kept, a community of traditional four and five-story brownstones.But neglect, indifference and subsequent deterioration have lowered this once-select area to a hodge-podge of rooming houses and dreary apartment buildings.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-27

II-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

I was sitting in a dark, flooded basement apartment in the heart of the Upper West Side "jungle" during a heavy rainstorm. Water was coming in through holes in the roof, pouring down the walls of the five-story building and forming a pool three inches deep on the wooden floor.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-23

I-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

More than one million people are living in the filth and squalor of New York City's slums. The blighted areas of overcrowded, rundown homes are spreading farther and farther through the city.Although the Welfare Department spends $16 million a month to help some of these destitute families, thousands upon thousands of them are trapped in festering tenements, rooming houses and ramshackle dwellings.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-06-22

XI- "Boy on the Brink" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram & Sun

When I went to live in the slums, one of the persons I wanted most to meet was a sensitive boy caught in the mess and misery of tenement life.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-07-06

X-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

The city administration admitted today it had failed to meet its slum problem successfully and that blighted areas were spreading faster than rehabilitation.In the wake of a series of articles portraying horrendous conditions in the city's slums, this newspaper assigned a team of reporters to ask city officials about what they intended to do about it.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-07-02

Reaction: "Slum Expose Loudly Praised; Aid Offered, Action Demanded" - Unsigned - World Telegram & Sun

People who knew that slum was a dirty word but who never lived in one were loud in their praise today of staff writer Woody Klein and his series of articles exposing life in New York City's teeming tenements.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-07-01

IX-"I Lived in a Slum" - Woody Klein - New York World Telegram and Sun

In a city where Health Commissioner Leona Baumgartner says there are as many rats as people - eight million - there are only four Health Department inspectors assigned to investigate rat bites and vermin.

New York World-Telegram and Sun  1959-07-01

"The Tramp and the Railroads" - Josiah Flynt - The Century

... It was my fate, a few days after setting foot in my native land again, to be asked by the general manager of one of our railroads to make a report to him on the tramp situation on the lines under his control. For three years he had been hard at work organizing a police force which was to rid the lines under his control of the tramp nuisance, and he believed that he was gradually succeeding in his task, but he wanted me to go over his property to give him an independent opinion of what needed to be done.

The Century  1899-06-01