The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-02-12
Tulsa Home for Girls
Heaven for Destitute
AndHardLuck Victims

,.t..a s.flinE room sat n girl. an
'l4,- ,,ouan and politician. The
.i,I ,.9s white and frightened eyed;
h tucked nervously at her dress
,d ,onld only stare, mute, at her
qucstioners' ,,.,, A..
The woman, Mrs. wilson. the
..,b.r Of the Frances Willard home
a., which they sat. remarked quietly
10, shc believed the girl had better
60 nod and tell her story another
5,y The policeman took his de-
,rirrp. the girl was bathed and put
20, rlcan. white bed. given glass
cool milk to drink and left to
y.rsctf to rest. After day or so,
slt sobs that shook her from head
'. t,of she told Mrs. Wilson her
story Il wasn't much of story.
Tbs very pauclty OF story material
was the pathos of 1t.
She Tells the Story.
For II years she had been work
trg iu n laundry. Eleven years OF
gnir. through the same mechanical
1n,i1r. thar constituted her Job.
Tisyau Years OF trudging the same
,atb I'm The morning, OF weary home
.arlIng every night. Every cent OF
bcr little wage was needed at home
and every saturday night she turned
ovar her pay envelope, unopened, TO
nor mother. Eleven years. and IN
ALI that time not picture snow, NOT
a concert. not n single thing outside
10 drah routine Of her wOrkdays
mad she had to color her existence
she was dead tired.
and you'll think I'm crazy she
,obhed II can't explain IT,. But
bat dav when they found me, /
;ns, couldn't go to that laundry. l
ipst couldn't make my feet take me
in They lust wouldn't go! And SO
sat down. And when 1 had done
that. / couldn't get up"
Mrs Wilson asked her why she
n didn't call some one-what dId she
do all day? ,.,
couldn't move. And ! just sat there
ali day until they she shuddefeu
al the momory-"found me-
n oThev" was the police, who took
charge OF the girl after watching her
sit there all day. She had done
nothing seemed to be able TO tel
nothing and so at police court they
4 reverted to the Frances willard
A home The girl had simply suffered
n nervous collapse. The home TOOK
il ber in. cared for her through her
a conyalescence. helped her find jop
a mat would give her new surround
q ings new interests, and for Mrs:
a wilson and the home now the girl
II feels an undying gratitude
N Just One OF Many Cases.
n This Is one of the little stories OF
4 real lie that are being written In
n the Frances willard home day after
n day. II Is only one, and one or the
D least tragic. For the most part.
there Is a background OF unhappi--
ness and many times misery anu
cruelty in the lives of nearly All OF
a the girls in the home. To them'
y rescued from impossible surround
n inGs and knowing for the flrst tiine
II the meaning of love and freedom
n and home, the Frances Willard is
4 haven indeed. -,
n The wonderful thing about the
Z Frances willard is that 1t is nome
4 The other morning, shortly Deior'
~ II o'clock, a visitor knocked AT ths
n door. From within came sounds Oh
busy cleaning--the moving or tur
niture, the swish OF the broom ana
n the cheerful chatter of happy young
n voices. Someone came running 10
Z the door. There were two girls VINO
Il opened it--tall girls, neatly aproneu
who looked with unaffected lhtcI s'
II at the intruder. Politely they IN
II vited her in. found chair Tor he'
Il as they explained they were cIean'
81 ing the living room and one or tneil l
went up the stairs calling MotHei
A lady to see you" 49,,
Shades OF traditional institutions
Where was the hard eyed matroI
from whom the children cowereC
n = and I'm whose presence they spok'
and moved in meek fear? Wher'
we're the uniform dresses, the eVl
dence Of rigid ruler More OF thos'
things exist in Frances willard
4 As Mrs. Wilson sat talking WIN
her inquiripg visitor, several OF TN
children returned from school Two
by two their arms around one an
n other, schoolgirl fashion the.
\ walked slowly up the path, deep u
talk once inside the door their llIs
N question was where's notho.
= They came to the door or the http
NJ sitting room, and seeing n strange
i there, would have turned shyly AVA
had not Mrs. Wilson called TO them
4 They came in, shook hands VIII
their caller, answered Mrs. wilson
questions-how Is school. how dl
everything go?
Just fine, mother" they woul
answer absently. with bright eyes o.
the strange lady. To one OF then
4 Mrs. Wilson remarked
a Dear me. how you do grow! ina
~ dress Is getting too short, Isn't II
n Wen have to let It down again.
Il Ncatncss Predominates.
They are all neatly dressed. The
make their own school and wor
dresses and aprons. their own under
wings, There are sewing classe
every week, and IL the girls hk'
Il they may embroider tho garment
4 ttney make, Many of them like, an
mere Is some lovely work done.
AZ Mrs. Wilson talked, the girI
We're quietly busy in the other room
II through the folding doors the
n could be seen bustling about, carry
mg Neaming bowls of soup, plate
yl FOOD into the dining room.
II fright sunny place with bluebir
curtains al the windows. Every
,hns that Is done about the hous
ule girls do. Mrs. Wilson is a dc
nestle science graduate, and she
panleularly fitted by virtue OF n,
raining TO plan menus, tes ch foe
a bbohplnations, cooking and hous'
a nou management. The house Is ru
IN schedule, with Mrs. Wilson 1
@ @neau' Not only are the girls h'
hSslstantq httV SCI