I shall never forget the "white
slave."
RESCUED FROM A DIVE
When I had charge of the Chinatown Mission a party of three came down to
see the sights and do a little slumming in the district, and they asked
me to show them around. Now there wasn't a hole or joint in Chinatown
or on the Bowery that I didn't know, but I didn't as a rule take women
to such places. I don't like the idea of their looking at other people's
misery, and there's nothing but woe and want to be seen when you go
slumming. Lots of it is brought on by the people themselves, but still
they are human and do not like to be looked at.
However, this night was an exception, and away we went to see the
sights. I took them to the Joss House--the temple where the Chinese pray
to Confucius--and other places down on Cherry Hill. But they wanted to
see something hard, so I took them to a place that I thought was hard
enough. If you were a stranger and went into this place and displayed a
roll of "the green" you would be done up.
We went into one of the worst places on the Bowery, the women being as
anxious to go as the rest. The waiter piloted us to a small round table,
and we sat down and called for some soda.
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