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"For Twenty-four hours I have been unable to read or write or indeed od much else than sit with a compress over my eyes, which are burning, bloodshot and swollen from the irritation of sunglare and horrible sand in the court of the Cabanas prison where I have spent a Sunday. It is a short sail or row across from he Caballeria wharf to Casa Blanca and the boats are full of people laughing and chatting gayly--thanks to the sanguinen Latin temperament--and carrying such little presents as they may be permitted to offer the prisoners after a rigid scrutiny of packages and baskets."
New York World 1896-08-07
"I looked from my window this morning before the sun had risen. Across the bay the grimly beautiful towers of the Castile Morro were outlined against the sky, a mass exquisite color, gray, white and yellow, the crimson and gold flag of Spain floating form the highest turret. Almost beneath my window a sentry slouched along. His rifle across his arm. Suddenly, with a splendor which dazzled my eyes, the sun burst into view, turning the water to gold and touching the castle walls with the glory of flame. Just then, across the water, came the sound of six rifle sos. the sounds were slightly muffled, as though coming through walls o stone, but seemed to gain clearness as they reverberated across the bay. The sentry stopped for a moment, looked over his shoulder, crossed himself, and walked on again. I stepped back from the little balcony with a chill at my heart. The glory of the dawn was gone. I seemed to see six men pallid in the morning light, led out from their cells in Morro, with chains upon their hands. I saw them placed in a line against the old gray wall and shot to death just as the day broke."
The New York Journal 1896-03-20
"Just within the shelter of the entrance ofa Broadway haberdashery an old woman sells flowers, recounting her experiences across town and the behavior of men outside the Union Club when their peers weren't watching from the windows. "The clubmen seemed to come and seemed to go and to keep it up forever. After a time the first one, the one who asked me to fasten his boutonniere, and was told that I had no pin, came out and walked slowly past me looking for his carriage. He did not seem to find it and approached me to make some inquiries into the flower trade, probably, but as he di so two men came to the window. Plainly this was the gentleman's unlucky night. He strolled back into the club. "...A man came to the window. After standing there a moment, he saw me. He stood looking at me with indecision in his eye. I was not seeing him. I was minding my own affairs attentively. Soon he left the window. Later he came down the club steps and walked up to me. I asked: "'Flowers?' "Yes." I handed him a boutinniere. "'Twenty-five cents.' "'You have stood here a long time. Are you tired?' "'A little.' "'Suppose I buy the rest of your flowers.' I looked grateful. The offer seemed kindly. "'That would be charity, sir, for you do not need them.' "'You could make it right.' "I' appreciated the offer better I felt more curious. I looked him in the face and said: "'I should not know how, sir.' "He was not sure whether he needed to explain or not. He decided that he did. He looked the flowers over, seeming to be occupied with them if anyone should come to the window above. "'Let me buy your flowers and take you to your home. This is not the place for a woman like you to stand. here I'll call a cab. You walk down two blocks and wait there.' "I cannot. I must sell the flowers by waiting for customers. This is very good of you, sir, but it would be accepting charity.' "Good God—don't you know'— "'That it would be a good thing for—for charity's sake, yes, sir, but—' "No—no—no. You don't catch my meaning. I'll explain later. You walk down two blocks.' ...
The New York World 1893-10-01
". . .An undercover Times reporter went through the recruitment and training process to work as a complaints handler at Royal Mint Court in London.He was told that some bank salesman had faked PPI information in agreements on loan sales, and that complaint handlers should effectively turn a blind eye to the risk of fraud. . ."
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"Undercover Explorations of the 'Other Half,' or the Writer as Class Transvestite" - Eric Schocket - Representations
". . .I have termed such tales of temporary guise, "class-transvestite narratives," a phrase that best describes their attempts to close epistemological gaps through cross-class impersonation. Although Crane's experiment in class transvestism is the best known of this type, its methodology and goals were hardly unique. Between the depression of the early 1890s and the progressive reforms of the 1910s, a number of white middle-class writers, journalists, and social researchers "dressed down" in order to traverse with their bodies what they saw as a growing gulf between the middle class and the white working and lower classes. Like Crane, these disguised investigators recognized the inherent difficulty of social knowledge in an economi-cally segmented society: Perceptions based on a sympathetic middle-class point of view were for them as inaccurate as those informed by the sensationalized reports in the daily press. Recognizing the impossibility of both an Archimedean point outside a classed subjectivity and what WilliamJames called the particular "blind- ness" of "looking at life with the eyes of a remote spectator," these explorers attempted to move "inside" and collapse the distance between subject and object into one performative, narrational "body." . . ."
". . .On Monday, the local Fox affiliate in Birmingham, Ala., blew the whistle on an ABC News sting operation intended to elicit bigoted responses from local residents. The national ABC News program Primetime Live hired actors to pose as same-sex couples and engage in public displays of affection on a park bench. Birmingham police department sources told the Fox affiliate about the social experiment; a local merchant spotted an RV where the ABC crew was stationed. The merchant was told “ABC was working on a week-long project to see how people would react . . . A FOX6 news reporter approached the RV and talked with an ‘actor’ who said, ‘Yes, we are working for ABC News’" . . ."
"Misinformation Intern: My Summer as a Military Propagandist in Iraq" - Willem Marx - Harper's Magazine
". . .The Iraqis working for us posed as freelance journalists, but they also paid editors at the papers to publish the stories—part of the cost Lincoln Group billed back to the military. 'Look,' Jon assured me, 'it’s very straightforward. You just have to keep the military happy' . . ."
"Want a real tri? Like drugs? Visit Larned State Hospital. Become a patient and you'll be administered enough anti-depressants to calm the greatest fear you ever thought you had. . ."
Wichita Eagle and Wichita Beacon 1974-02-02
"But it had been my first exposure to other women patients earlier in the day which set the stage for future occurrences, many of which were highlighted not for their starkness, but by boredom. . ."
Wichita Eagle and Wichita Beacon 1974-01-30
". . . last week I visited one of the largest branches of industry in the city -- the laundries. Their number is legion, grading up from the shanty owned and run by a single 'heathen Chinee' to the large brick blocks equipped with improved machinery and employing many operatives."During my travels, I have explored nearly every establishment in the city, and find a certain class of evils exist even among the best . . . "
St. Paul Globe 1888-04-15
". . .As the immigrants crowded into the two cars guarded by the gentlemen of the brogue and him of the club. they were followed by a railroad hand with a lantern, who kept yelling 'Two in a seat! Two in a seat!' and seeing that The World reporter did not sit down quite as quickly as he would have liked to have him, he grabbed him by the shoulder and yelled in his ear: 'Why in h--- don't you sit down there where i put you. . .?'"
New York World 1888-03-04
"It seems that a large proportion of working girls earn their living by sewing at various kinds of work. For, in addition to those classes already reported, a trip through four large shirt factories of Minneapolis reveals many more toiling at the same sort of work. As far as comfort or cleanliness were concerned, it seems to be 'six of one and half a dozen of the other;' two factories were clean and bright, and the other two dirty, damp and unhealthy. . ."
St. Paul Globe 1888-04-08
V- "Writer Forced to Charity; Meets Bar as Transient" - Adela Rogers St. Johns - Los Angeles Examiner
". . .I cannot describe to you the feeling of humiliation, of actual guilt that welled up inside me as I walked through the gate of charity into that land where a woman abandons her pride, her inalienable rights and much of life's sweetness. And where of all places, she should be treated with the kindliness that her bruised spirit demands. . ."
Los Angeles Examiner 1931-12-24
II-"'Penniless Woman' Fed by Stranger, Sleeps in Auto" - Adela Rogers St. Johns - Los Angeles Examiner
". . .Upon my first night as a member of the army of unemployed women, I found myself broke, without baggage and wihout a room. A poor, shabby creature, moving alone among crowds, in a sort of bright, pitiless glare that is worse than any darkness. In every woman, young and old, pretty or ugly, is bred and trained a deep fear of the streets at night. Fear of insult and attack. . ."
Los Angeles Examiner 1931-12-21
". . .I was walking the same floors that three other guards had walked before they were stabbed and beaten to death less than three months earlier.This was the Pontiac prison's North Cell House, and all around were eerie reminders of the July 22nd riot. Only recently had plastic been put up to cover the broken windows. The four-tier cell house was lit by only a handful of bulbs; there should have been 10 times as many, but no one had replaced the smashed lights or repaired the wiring. . ."
The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune 1978-11-15
". . .Food was piled everywhere. That made life easy for the mice and roaches I'd seen around. The odor of rotted food filled the air. Dirty utensils were scattered about. The floor look and felt as though it had been waxed with slime.In my week as a guard at the Pontiac prison, I had become used to scenes like this one on the cellhouse tiers. The inmates had been looked in their 9-foot by 5-foot cells for almost three months, ever since the July 22 riot in which three guards were killed. Frustrated by the "deadlock," the inmates had retaliated by hurling food and excrement from their cells, fouling their own environment. . ."
The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune 1978-11-16
". . .The cellblock was filled with trash, excrement and spoiled food, all of it soaked with water that collected in puddles. The air reeked of tear gas. Mace and smoke. A pile of bedding was on fire, and all the windows were closed. Men in the cells began screaming and clanging on the bars.This may sound like a description of the Pontiac state prison at the height of the riot there last July, when three guards were killed and three others seriously injured. And so it might have been in July. But this was Pontiac on October 11, almost three months after the riot; it was the scene as I entered the segregation cellblock to begin my first day as a prison guard. . ."
The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune 1978-11-14
"A modest, comely well-dressed girl of nineteen who gave her name as Nellie Brown, was committed by Justice Duffy at Essex Market yesterday for examination as to her sanity. The circumstances surrounding her were such as to indicate that possibly she might be the heroine of an interesting story . . . ."
New York World 1887-10-09
"It is 3:30 a.m. on the darkened, locked wards of Metropolitan State Hospital, the hour that belongs to demons, nightmares, cold sweats and fears. A mockingbird is singing monotonously in a scrawny bush outside Ward 406. And inside, 20-year-old Dudley Stewart is screaming, "I don't want no shots, no drugs . . .."
Los Angeles Times 1979-08-12
"Nelly Marina, who also calls herself Nelly Brown, the pretty crazy girl who was sent from Bellevue to Blackwell's Island a week ago yesterday, and about whom there is believed to be a romance, has not yet been claimed. Her case is diagnosed as melancholia, and Dr. Ingram considers it a very hopeful case."
New York Sun 1887-10-05
"The doctors are not certain that she is insane. She says continually that men are going to kill her, and that she would kill herself if she only knew the making of the poison she wants to take."
New York Sun 1887-09-26
"... From their investigation, the body came to the conclusion that the appropriation made to the Department of Charities and Correction for the present year is insufficient to permit the payment of salaries necessary to secure the services of trained nurses and comptent junior physicians and that these branches of the service are consequentially not as efficient as they should be; that the present medical staff is inadequate to meet the requirements of over 1,600 insane patients confined to the institution, and that the nurses examined are not qualified for the proper discharge of the important duties intrusted to them . . . "
New York World 1887-11-03
"It was only a half-hearted and apologetic denial that THE WORLD could get from the asylum authorities regarding Nellie Bly's terrible accusations, a large amount of "referring" to someone else, a refusal to ring forth the accused person, and a female cry of "It can't be so." The reporter was not permitted to see the female attendants whom Nellie charges with atrocious cruelty towards feeble women and the possible truth of this charge was admitted after a left-handed fashion. The charge that patients were plunged into a cold bath was denied, and concerning the bathing of many women ina single water, Supt. Dent could only say, "A nurse who did this would be discharged. . . . "
New York World 1887-10-17
"On my first arrival in New York the editor of the Sun said to me in an interview, "There is nothing so valuable as a reporter who gives facts; who, when told that two and two make four, puts it four instead of three or five." I have always been particular in stating only facts in all my work, but never did I confine myself so closely to this rule as in my story of "Behind Asylum Bars." As the Sun undertook to prove that I really passed ten days as an insane girl on Blackwell's Island, I would like to correct the many mistakes and misstatements which I found throughout the six columns recently published about me in that journal . . . "
The New York World 1887-10-17
"Around 3 a.m., hair uncombed, face unshaven, wearing a few layers of shabby jackets and shirts, I get off the subway outside Woodhull Medical and Mental Health Center in Brooklyn. I walk into the lobby and tell the hospital police that I'm looking for psychiatric help. An officer is amused, thinking I was brought to the hospital by the NYPD. 'They just dropped you off, huh?' she says. She escorts me to the emergency room. . . ."
City Limits 1998-06-01
"JACOB ROSENZWEIG, the abortionist doctor, charged with the homicide of the unfortunate MISS BOWLSBY, of Paterson, N.J., was yesterday brought before Judge CARDOZO, of the Supreme Court, on a motion to admit him to bail. . . . "
The New York Times 1871-09-08
"... She was a young girl whose life had apparently never been darkened, and upon whom the breath of suspicion had never fallen. Moving in respectable society, and having relatives in the highest circles, she was everywhere received as an ornament and a delight. . . ."
The New York Times 1871-09-01
The New York Times 1871-08-29
"The enormous amount of medical malpractice that exists and flourishes, almost unchecked in the City of New York, is a theme for most serious consideration. Thousands of human beings are thus murdered before they have seen the light of this world, and thousands upon thousands more of adults are irremediably ruined in constitution, health and happiness. So secretly are these crimes committed and so crafily do the perpetrators inveigh their victims, that it is next to impossible to obtain evidence and witnesses. Facts are so artfully concealed from the public mind, and appearances so carefully guarded, that very meagre outlines of the horrible truth have thus far been disclosed. But could even a portion of the facts that have been detected in frightful profusion, by the agents of the TIMES, be revealed in print, in their hideous truth, the reader would shrink from the appalling picture. . . "
The New York Times 1871-08-23
"The 82-year-old man, in diapers and suffering advanced dementia, slid off his chair and crashed to the floor of the Toronto retirement home. No staffer came to help. An undercover Toronto Star reporter helped Sam up and waited. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. At twenty minutes, a tired, overworked staffer appeared. "Sam does not belong here," she said. That was our first night inside InTouch Retirement Living in Toronto's west end. Over the next week, the Star witnessed profound neglect in a place where more than half of the 18 residents should be in a nursing home receiving higher quality, regulated medical care. People left in urine- and feces-filled diapers for hours. Washrooms had no toilet paper so residents, some suffering from dementia, wiped themselves with their hands or a fliimsy communal towel ...
Toronto Star 2010-10-01
Godey's Lady's Book 1889-01-01
"It's hard to imagine a parent who wants the cute outfits she buys for her child to be made by exhausted women with children of their own whom they rarely see because they're putting in 16-hour days."
Ms. Magazine 1996-01-01
"The steel doors opened into a dim, dusty warehouse. Red and blue rags covered the four windows, shutting out all natural light. Bundles of cut cloth sat piled in haphazard mounds, some stacked taller than a worker. Under fluorescent lights swinging from chains, rows of middle-aged Chinese women hunched over sewing machines, squinting and silent. . . . "
The New York Times 1995-03-12
Rolling Stone 2008-05-01
"At the beginning of June 1998 I leave behind everything that normally soothes the ego and sustains the body -- home, career, compansion, reputation, ATM card -- for a plunge into the low-wage workforce. There, I become another, occupationally much diminished 'Barbara Ehrenreich' -- depicted on job-application forms as a divorced homemaker whose sole work experience consists of housekeeping in a few private homes. I am terrified at the beginning, of being unmasked for what I am: a middle-class journalist setting out to explore the world that welfare mothers are entering, at the rate of approximately 50,000 a month, as welfare reform kicks in. . . . "
XI-"Behind Prison Bars: Tough Vigil: I Was a Guard at San Quentin" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle
San Francisco Chronicle 1971-03-08
"They call it 'The Campus' and at first glance California's only prison for women does look like a teacher's college in some suburb. But the 655 women doing time at the California Institution for Women near Chino, it is a place of confinement. . ."
San Francisco Chronicle 1971-03-04
IA-"Behind Prison Bars: California Penal System - World's 3rd Biggest" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle
"California has 13 penal facilities that house rhw majority of the 24,000 men and women convicted of major crimes. Aside from China and the Soviet Union, California operates the largest prison system in the world. . ."
San Francisco Chronicle 1971-02-22
"On first entering, the air seemed so thick with dust and lint from the bags that I could scarcely see. . . ."
St. Paul Globe 1888-04-01
St. Louis Post-Dispatch 1896-11-26
"Morgan City, La. - In the early 1800s, when labor shortages threatened to stop the expansion of sugar-cane cultivation in this swampy part of southern Louisiana, some European settlers seized the opportunity to strike it rich by selling slaves to the landowners. Soon the slave trade flourished throughout St. Mary's Parish. Traders became wealthy plantation owners, and their descendants are still among the socially prominent here. . . . "
Wall Street Journal 1983-06-23
"Houston -- It's 5 a.m., and the 120 tenants of Krash Cabin, a filthy flophouse run by one of the many day-labor outfits on the fringes of downtown, are getting their instructions from the burly bunkhouse manager: 'Get your asses out of bed before I throw you out,' he shouts. "One man, exhausted after digging ditches for 10 hours in 85-degree heat the day before, begs to be allowed to recuperate in his bunk. 'I'm too sick to work today,' he tells Bob McClarity, the tattoed bunkhouse boss. 'I don't give a damn,' barks the boss, hauling him out of his bunk. 'This ain't a charity hospital.'"
Wall Street Journal 1983-06-22
New York Press 1894-04-22
"Nothing contributes so much to the continued life of an investigator of lynchings and his tranquil possession of all his limbs as the obtuseness of the lynchers themselves."
American Mercury 1929-01-01
"Skin Deep; Reliving 'Black Like Me': My Own Journey into the Heart of Race-Conscious America" - Joshua Solomon - Washington Post
"In February I left my parents' house to move in with my brother in Baltimore, not wanting to have to explain my change of complexion to the neighbors. I began taking six Psorien pills a day. After four sessions at a tanning salon, my face was badly swollen and my body ached. A week or so later, my brother, Jon, and I drove home to Silver Spring for dinner. The change in my skin color must have been dramatic. My 9-year-old sister screwed her face into a horrible grimaced the first time she saw me. 'You're ugly!' she cried. I wanted o smack her but realized she was not really talking about me. . . . "
The Washington Post 1994-10-30
"I bought a baby last week, to learn how baby slaves are bought and sold in the city of New York. Think of it! An immortal soul bartered for $10! Fathers-mothers-ministers-missionaries, I bought an immortal soul last week for $10! . . . "
New York World 1889-10-06
"I have been learning to be a ballet dancer. I have always had an almost manlike love for the ballet, and when I go to spectacular plays and to the opera I try to get close to the bald-headed row. Breathless with admiration I have watched the ballet twirl on its toes and spring into pitcuresque attitudes, the very poetry of motion."
New York World 1887-12-18
"The reasons for the undertaking which I describe below were: First, The World wanted to know how women - particularly innocent women - who fall into the hands of the police are treated by them, and second, what necessity, if any, there is for providing station-houses with matrons. . ."
New York World 1889-02-24
"I made my début as a chorus girl or stage Amazon last week. It was my first appearance on any stage and came about through reading among THE WORLD advertisements one that called for 100 girls for a spectacular pantomine, so I found myself one afternoon at the stage door of the Academy of Music."
The New York World 1888-03-04
"Very early the other morning, I started out, not with the pleasure-seekers, but with those who toil the day long that they may live. . . . "
New York World 1887-11-27
New York World 1887-10-30
"Under the name of "Mesmer" the advertiser offered to reach the art of mesmerism, with satisfactory tests at the completion of the lessons. In a day or two, I had exchanged letters witg "Mesmer: and had received his price for lessions and minute directions how to reach his place of residence."
New York World 1888-03-25
"The New York woman can hardly have a single desire that cannot be gratified through some bureau or agency of this town. Through them she can get a house, have it furnished, secure new wardrobe, a good form, a clear complexion, the latest shade of hair and a loan to start the wheels of the concern in good running order. If she desires a husband, and a family warranted to have a marked resemblance, they can be had through the same channels at a nominal price."
New York World 1887-12-04
"What name awakens such universally tender feelings as that of "baby"? Last week some philanthropist wrote to THE WORLD to suggest that I try to find out what becomes of all the baby waifs in this great city. Not the little ones who are cordially welcomed by proud parents, happy grandparents and a large circle of loving relatives, but the many hundreds of babies whose coming is greeted with grief anf whose unhappy mothers hide their little lives in shame."
New York World 1887-11-06
"As the wagon was rapidly driven through the beautiful lawns up to the asylum my feelings of satisfaction at having attained the object of my work were greatly dampened by the look of distress on the faces of my companions."
New York World 1887-10-16
"On the 22nd of September I was asked by THE WORLD if I could have myself committed to one of the Asylums for the Insane in New York, with a view to writing a plain and unvarnished narrative of the treatment of the patients therein and the methods of management &c. . . . "
The New York World 1887-10-09
VI - "Where Can a Girl Alone in New York Find Assistance?" - Emmeline Pendennis - New York Evening World
New York Evening World 1905-02-10
V - "Where Can a Girl Alone in New York Find Assistance?" - Emmeline Pendennis - New York Evening World
New York Evening World 1905-02-09
III - "Where Can a Girl Alone in New York Find Assistance?" - Emmeline Pendennis - New York Evening World
New York Evening World 1905-02-07
II - "Where Can a Girl Alone in New York Find Assistance?" - Emmeline Pendennis - New York Evening World
"I told the readers of the Evening World on Saturday how I had visited the Y.W.C.A. for help and guidance and how the one remedy reiterated to me at that really worthy institution was to return home at once. . . ."
New York Evening World 1905-02-06
I - "Where Can a Girl Alone in New York Find Assistance?" - Emmeline Pendennis - New York Evening World
" . . . There are hundreds of young women who come to New York from small country towns and villages with plans for making their living if not their fortunes. They find work as teachers, clerks, stenographers, usually upon slender salaries and all is well so long as wages come in regularly. The difficulty is that most bachelor girls earn so little that they are unable to save anything for the raindy day; and if the weekly stipend is stopped what does a girl do in such a predicament?"
New York Evening World 1905-02-04
Follow-up: "'Nat Caldwell Reports: Public Shows Deep Concern for Nursing Home Patients," - Nat Caldwell - Nashville Tennessean
"The outpouring of letters responding to recent articles on Metro area nursing homes is the largest I have seen in 36 years as a reporter."Two weeks after publication of the last article, the letters still are coming in. "There were a total of 162 persons who took the trouble to write personal letters or notes commenting on the series of seven articles. One was from a soldier on duty in Vietnam and two from out-of-state readers. . . ."
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-12
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-09
"Two new federal programs - Medicare and the less well known Medicaid -- can become increasingly effectiv weapons for improving conditions described in this series of articles on nursing homes . . . "
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-05
"It can be done."A nursing home can be operted in one of Nashville's old brick and frame homes--at a profit-- and with all the humane considerations that--as a patient--I learned could be all important. . . . "
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-04
"The old lady walked almost."Her pace was rapid for 83 years old, as fast as mine, impeded as I was by my crutch, and the necessity to reserve an impression. I had to appear to be patient. . . . "
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-03
"At Sunny View Rest Home, 1227 16th Ave., S., on the second floor, a nightmare frightened me from sleep:"Fire! Fire! Fire! . . . ONly four of the 21 patients, unaided, could possibly have walked out of the home if it were burning . . . And I, one of the four, could not help the patients get out. Despeartely, I was struggling jut to fight myself awake. . ."
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-02
"The expensively dressed woman, apparently, had interrupted a busy day to drive in to the Trimble and Roundtree Nursing Home."She was speaking to her sister and to the dingy cobwebbed room, last early residence of an old man, her uncle. I sat slumped on the bed where her uncle had slept until the night before his death. I was watching and listening. . . ."
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-04-01
"On Feb. 21, a white-haired, bearded, stooped 'old' man limped on an aluminum crutch into a modern nursing home in Charlotte, N.C., in company with a young lady who is his cousin."Thirty minutes later reporter Nat Caldwell of The Nashville Tennesseean was admitted to the nursing home as "Green Caldwell" (Green is his middle name) and he began playing a role which was to take him on a six-week investigation of nursing homes in the Nashville area. "His investigation saw him admitted to three homes here, posing as an elderly, arthritic and eccentric citizen without an immediate family. . . ."
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-03-31
"On arriving in Chicago I addressed myself to the ladies of Hull House, asking for a tenement family who would take a factory girl to board. ... Before the hour was up, I had found a clean room in one street, and board in another. This was inconvenient, but safe, and comparatively healthy ..."
Everybody's Magazine 1903-01-01
"Nashvillians who plan to send an elderlly relative to one of this city's 26 nursing homes should be aware that they may be committing their loved ones to a crowded, unsanitary, ignored existence. " I know. I as a patient in three of them last month. "I have just finished a six weeks survey of privately owned Metro nursing homes for the elderly and for three weeks I was a patient. "What I saw shocked me."
The Nashville Tennessean 1968-03-31
The Independent 1907-12-05
Everybody's Magazine 1909-02-01
Everybody's Magazine 1909-01-01
"Editor's Note - Some of the costs of women's work were shown in the first installment of the series -- the appalling connection between mothers working and babies dying; and how the health of future generations is menaced by home conditions in factory towns. Yet it was demonstrated how millions of women must work in factories, and how their presence there has proved the most potent factor in shortening working hours of men. In this number is presented a remarkable study of the woman worker, who in becoming a soldier of industry, does not become a professional soldier. It will enable you to understand the most objectionable feature of woman in industry -- her irresponsible cheapness."
Everybody's Magazine 1908-12-10
"Editor's Note - We began two years ago to gather the facts for this series of articles on the woman at work. The original investigations were made by Mrs. Rheta Childe Dorr, who obtained employment in certain typical manufactories and department stores, and lived among the working women in our great mill centers. Dr. Wey, an able sociologist, who had been connected with the United States Census Bureau, was engaged for six months supplementing the facts collected by Mrs. Dorr. Finally, ten months ago, all this material was turned over to William Hard, who again went over the ground, interviewing labor leaders, manufacturers, and working folk -- gaining a first-hand knowledge of this great subject. The importance of the conditions revealed cannot be overestimated; and in presenting Mr. Hard's articles, we desire our readers to realize how thorough has been the research on which they are founded."
Everybody's Magazine 1908-10-01
"In the early morning the giant mill grows active. Hear it roar, shattering the stillness for half a mile! It is full now of flesh and blood, of human life and brain and fibre; it is content! Triumphantly during the long day it devours its tithe of body and soul . ... "
Everybody's Magazine 1902-12-01
"... it is evident that, in order to render practical aid to this class, we must live among them, discover and adopt their point of view, put ourselves in their surroundings, assume their burdens, unite with them in their daily efforts. In this way alone, and not by forcing upon them a preconceived ideal, can we do them real good, can we help them to find a moral, spiritual, aesthetic standard suited to their condition of life. Such an undertaking is impossible for most people. Sure of its utility, inspired by its practical importance, I determined to make the sacrifice it entailed, and to learn by experience and observation what these could teach. ... "
Everybody's Magazine 1902-11-01
"... This land which we are accustomed to call democratic, is in reality composed of a multitude of kingdoms whose despots are the employers, the multi-millionaire patrons, and whose serfs are the laboring men and women. The rulers are invested with an authority and a power not unlike those possessed by the early barons, the feudal lords, the Lorenzo de Medicis, the Cheops; but with this difference, that whereas Pharaoh by his unique will controlled a thousand slaves, Carnegie uses, for his own country what it is, industrially and economically. ..."
Everybody's Magazine 1902-09-01
" ... I laid aside all that pertained to the class in which I was educated and became for a time an American working woman. To live as she lived, work as she worked, see as she saw, and to be party to her ambitions, her pleasures, her privations as far as was, under the circumstances, possible. As I worked by her side, hour after hour, day after day, I hoped to become a mirror in which she should be reflected, to be afterward her mouth-piece to those who know so vastly little of the annals of continuous, unremitting, everlasting toil."
Everybody's Magazine 1902-10-01
The precede reads: "After being hauled into a prison van and jolted over the cobbles, she is forced to drink hot mustard water on general principles - the acting police surgeon laughs when he hears about it, and suggests a thrashing to make her take the dose - he bruises her shoulder because she resists his hurting her head, and wants to strip her down." ... "The woman who fainted on the street and was roughly dragged into the vehicle and jolted away over the rough cobbles, was the Examiner's Annie Laurie. She had been sent to write up how a woman unfortunate enough to be taken sick or injured on the public streets of San Francisco in the year of civilization 1890, is treated by those who are paid to care for the unfortunate and suffering. "Had Annie Laurie been run over by a street-car and been cut and mangled the treatment she received would have been just the same. It took twenty minutes for her to reach the hospital, more than time enough for a person to bleed to death from a wound that would not be at all serious if attended to at once..."
San Francisco Examiner 1890-01-19
"What really goes on in their 'glamourous and exciting world'? To find out, Show chose a wirter who combines the hidden qualities of a Phi Beta Kappa, mane cum laude graduate of Smith College with the more obvious ones of an ex-dancer and beauty queen. A few weeks ago, she started her investigations armed with a large diary and this ad: GIRLS: DO PLAYBOY CLUB BUNNIES REALLY HAVE GLAMOROUS JBOS, MEET CELEBRITIES, AND MAKE TOP MONEY?..."
Show Magazine 1963-05-01
"9 to Nowhere -- These Six Growth Jobs Are Dull, Dead-End, Sometimes Dangerous" - Tony Horwitz - Wall Street Journal
Morton, MIss. -- They call it "the chain," a swift steel shackle that shuttles dead chickens down a disassembly line of hangers, skinners, gut-pullers and gizzard cutters. The chain has been rattling at 90 birds a minute for nine hours when the woman working feverishly beside me crumples onto a pile of drumsticks. "No more," she whimpers. A foreman with a stopwatch around his neck rushes up. "Come on now," he bellows. "Pump it up.!" Down the chain, a worker named Jose yells and waves wildly, like a drowning man. Bathroom trips are discouraged and require approval. But the foreman can't hear because of the din, and Jose is left grimacing and crossing his legs. Finally, half an hour later, a weary cheer ripples along the line. "The last bird's coming!" someone shouts. Jose sprints toward the bathroom -- and right into the path of a cleanup crew hosing offal into floor drains. Jose slips and then flops onto a sodden bank of fat and skin. "Gotta go," he says, struggling up from the mire. "Gotta go."
Wall Street Journal 1994-12-01
"So the Slave Market is back. "And it is back to stay unless something is done to kill it off quickly. "A lot of people, aroused by its rebirth in The Bronx, Brighton Beach, Brownsville and elsewhere, are already fighting to beat back its advance. They want no return of conditions that existed during hte last depression when wages were driven down to 25 cents an hour."
New York Compass 1950-01-12
"As I stood there waiting to be bought, I lived through a century of indignity. . . ." " 'I've always picked nice girls,' she said. 'I knew you were nice the minute I laid eyes on you.' " "That pat on the back was worse in a way than a kick in the teeth."
New York Compass 1950-01-11
III-"'Paper Bag Brigade' Learns How to Deal with Gypping Employers" - Marvel Cooke - New York Compass
"You shouldn't-a-agreed to work by the hour. That's the best way to get gypped. Some of them only want you for an hour or so to clean the worst dirt out of their houses. Then they tell you you're through. It's too late by that time to get another job. . . . You just don't work by the hour," she repeated laconically. "Work by the day. Ask six bucks and carfare for a three-room apartment."
New York Compass 1950-01-10
New York Compass 1950-01-09
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.
Get a pencil and write it down: Without national legislations, there is little hope of cleaning up the California garment industry. Remember it and repeat it often. Few will argue with this conclusion. Not Gov. Edmund G. Brown Jr. - "it can't go on, this exploitation of the working poor. These people are working and contributing to the wealth of California, and their voice is not being heard. And since we can't seem to get at the heart of the problem in California's garment industry, a more comprehensive national approach must be taken." Not state Labor Commissioner James QUillin - "What we need is recognition at the federal level that the (U.S.) garment industry is a special case. We must develop federal legislation that would require close regulation and hold manufacturers accountable." Not state Sen. Joseph Montoya, D-San Gabriel Valley, the lawmaker who has sponsored the two most successful pieces of legislation affecting the industry since he took office in 1972 - "I would be willing to pursue the idea of federal legislation - it will serve everyone."
Los Angeles Herald-Examiner 1981-02-01
As far as Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley is concerned, the violations in the city's garment industry are nothing to get excited about - a belief his critics charge is part of the problem. "The mayor's office does virtually nothing to enforce the laws 0that apply to the garment industry)," said state Sen Joseph B Montoya, D-San Gabriel Valley, the legislator best known in Sacra-mento for his efforts to legally protect the garment worker. "He showed interest only where there was a media event. Why? There's a lot of money involved, a lot of contributions. You don't want to hamper your political campaign fund, That's what it boils down to." "It's kind of lonely out here," said state Labor Commissioner James Quillin who, as head of California's Concentrated Enforcement Program, tries to curb abuses in the garment industry. "The (city) Fire Department and the (city) Building and Safety Department ought to be out here... but Bradley will talk about his reluctance to take any steps that might be construed as punitive agaist the industry. He'll say it is such an economic factor in the city." Surprisingly, even manufactur-ers complain about the mayor, citing his reluctance to impose requirements on contractors beyond a $21 business tax and registration permit. "I asked Mayor Bradley if there would be something these people (garment contractors) could read in five languages that would explain what their obligations are as employers," said Bernie Brown, the spokesman for California's Coalition of Apparel Industries, the most powerful manufacturers' lobby in the state. "I never heard from him. No one has the answer yet."
Los Angeles Herald-Examiner 1981-01-29
"The right's Nellie Bly goes undercover as a banker -- basically, dressing like himself, but with glasses -- and hobnobs at Occupy Wall Street. The resulting video is underwhelming. No one cries out for socialism. A couple of central casting hippies muse about how nice it would be for billionnaires to fund their movement. (This is true!) Also, a woman is cagey about giving O'Keefe a hit off her joint. . ."
In the mass of letters recently received by The TIMES was the following: Chicago, Aug. 21 - To The Editor: A poor white slave wishes to thank you for your efforts in behalf of her poor sisters, the shop-girls of Chicago. I have worked with them for four years and love them dearly. your reporter was brave indeed when she battled with those terrible bosses. I fled from them and left my week's work with them unpaid for. I was a sad coward. I , the pet sister of two brave solders who gave their lives to free the slaves of the south. They told me to "take care of another and be good and brave" and I never saw them more. I took care of mother till she went to her boys, and I have tried to be good, but I can not fight for my rights, and this is the case with many of us. We will not stand up for ourselves. Oh, you have not told half: you do know know have we have to bear. We are indeed slaves, worse slaves than those my brothers died to free. I wish you could see my book for the last month; you would wonder how I have lived. You have my best wishes for your goodness. May God bless you is the prayer of the white slaves. Mary McGray -- State street. P.S. - My hand is cramped with twenty-five years sewing. I can not write very well. Curious to know something about the home life of the author the undersigned undertook to answer the letter in person.
Chicago Times 1888-08-27
What the shop-girl and the factory-girl needs and must have if her welfare concerns society is training - a training that the scholastic stuffing of our public schools does not supply nor the limitation of the Sabbath schools permit. The pupil children of 10 and 12 who at 14 and 15 swell the ranks of labor must be equipped for the battle of existence if pauper labor is to be averted. The girl must have a sufficiency of physical culture not only to enable her to protect and preserve her health, but to promote it an to economize her strength for a future generation; she must be taught that if the injury done to her health must be atoned for by her children, and that her wifehood and motherhood is influenced and largely governed by her girlhood and young womanhood. She must have her eyes and her fingers trained even at the expense of mentality, and some practiced science must be mastered before or in connection with the apostle's creed, the rule for at least common multiples and the population ofthe ten largest citites in the world. If manual schools can not be opened to girls why not provide a vast kitchen garden where the bright motherly little maiden can mind real live babies, cook real dinners, knit real stockings and hoods, and hem napkins, quilts, rubber cloaks, and ragged garments that will be examined and paid for if satisfactory?
Chicago Times 1888-08-26