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New Britain herald., 1926-09-03

catafalque was shaken out of its lethargy
by the stentorian voice of the proprie-
tress.
Come, my children" she shouted, sit
Is tlme tor your morning promenade"
And the three black layers of sleeping
misery began to stir slowly, heavily, like
the lazy swelling of tar in huge
caldron. Vague figures rose from the
wine puddles on the ground, women and
men grooming and twisting miserably
with the pains of warped spines and sick
lungs. The sacks were coming to life.
The awful dive was discharging its hu-
man cargo.
Hurry up and get out" the pro-
pr7etress urged, cor the cops will throw
you out"
One by one, in pairs and groups, the
200 "miserables" struggled out into the
night. At the mouth of the allev, under
the yellow light of a gas lamp, five
policemen watched the sad procession
pass and said nothing. They could have
arrested the whole miserable caravan on
charge OF vagrancy. But no such luck.
The homeless wretches had long given
up the hope of arrest and a nice soft
cot IN the city prisons. Having no domi-
clle and, therefore, no votes, they could
not go to their representatives in the
Chamber of Deputies and claim their
right to be punished like any other citi-
zens trespassing upon the law.
They simply had to stay outdoors.
winter or summer, snow or rain, and
make the best of it. Of course, those
who still had few sous in their pockets
could afford to go into one of the vaga-
bonds cabarets, like La Golee, Just
around the corner from La Grape dor.
After singing a hymn and trying to
distribute few sheets Of "The Life of
Jesus" the Salvationists decided to fol-
low some Of the Migrants into La Golee.
1t was curious den we got into, some
thing like guard house of some medic
val stronghold
Un the lett, as we entered, was long
bar with men and women standing
against it. They were characters such
as we see in old prints depicting the
Reign of Terror. From this room we
penetrated through fine archway into
what looked like a huge stone vault.
Here men and women were drinking and
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tables. Some were dancing in the mar
New Britain herald., 1926-09-03

were the more unfortunate ones in this
abode of misery. Most of them had
only rolled rags for pillows and soiled
newspapers for covers. One raised the
dilapidated coat he had taken off to
cover himself with. He was stark naked
down to the waist The old man rose
feebly upon his launches and turned his
white head hungrily toward US. I asked
him some questions His trembling voice
came rumbling and hollow as from the
bottom of pit.
~ am seventy-seven years DID," he
said slowly; my feet hurt and can't
work. It's my shoes that have done it,
the old shoes the cops took off the dead
man in the Seine"
With a trembling hand the old man
undid the rags and newspapers that
were wrapped around his feet.
81 am dragging myself along the best
l can," he went on in his sepulchral
tones, "but I shouldn't have worn
dead mans shoes. am picking up old
papers and sell them to the rag man.
Often l find something to eat in the
garbage cans"
The man had lost even the strength
to complain. A little farther down the
alley woman rose to her ieet, haggard
and dramatic as maniac.
"Any soup tonight" she yelled
shrilly. "Any soup?"
The woman was literally in rags. Her
bloated face was twitching and her
breath was heavy with alcohol. She was
New Britain herald., 1926-09-03

viciously scratching her head with both
hands. In moment the sweet face, of
"soup angel" smiled right into her
crazed eyes.
"Have something warm, sister," said
the Salvationist; at will do you good"
The woman clutched the soup cup
frantically and Tapped up the hot broth
like famished beast.
What could be done for that woman?
There were dozens and hundreds like
her, crumpled up in dark corners and
stark in cold death-like sleep. Several
police officers joined US. What could
they do? There were thousands of home
less in Paris, all needy of support or
shelter. The city authorities had no
means of helping them. There was no
room in the prisons.
| had walked to the meeting place in
the Place Maubert from the Park Mon
ceau that night in little over half an
hour, yet in that brief space of time it
seemed as though l had traversed sew
eral centuries. 1t seemed like an i'm
possible transition from the palaces of
the rich to the lairs of the stranded.
The contrasts were frightful. Surely no
other great city in the world can have
its equal.
We peeped into underground caves
that were filthy with vermin. Some of
the ''miserables" slept there. One place
looked like morgue in which the
corpses lay shivering as in last horripi-
lation of life.
New Britain herald., 1926-09-03

lockers tripped them and sent
them rolling under the benches or
tables. The place was filed with "maoue-
reaux" and their women. The air was
thick with smoke and cheap perfume.
On the walls were sketches and crude
paintings. From this room low arch
way opened on flight of stone steps
that led down into the "red oubliettes. 4"
or sealed dungeons, where 400 years ago
political prisoners or the victims of royal
love intrigues were thrust and "for-
gotten"
Now these caves were electrically lit
and filled to suffocation with men and
women of the lowest order. No tourist
had yet dared enter this dive. The pro-
prietor looked like an executioner. He
raised no objection to the Salvationists,
entering the place. But he smiled cyni-
cally.
Take your own chances" he warned.
Forward" commanded Peyron.
They went to the last of the dunseons
below and started to sing to the accom-
paniment of Peyron's accordion. For a
moment it looked as though two or three
OF the maquereaux were going to pull
their knives and start something. But
the situation was saved by an old drunk
ard who reeled over toward Peyron and
tried to embrace him. Peyron smiled
amiably and sang right on:
Have you no place
For the Lord in your heart?
There was howl of laughter, but
the Salvation soldiers carried right on
The old drunkard then tried to sing, but
only succeeded m clucking like hen.
which brought more laughter. In the
meantime some of the "soup angels"
sold few copies of their paper.
The dancing and carousing went on
and nobody paid any more attention to
the intruders. Nobody except a middle
aged woman who came up to Peyron and
said:
1--WE got daughter over there in the
corner who wants to go, but they won't
let her."
Peyron went over and spoke to the
girl. don't know what he said, but the
girl got up and followed him. No one
interfered.
"Take her along" the mother begged.
The girl looked radiantly into the face
of the white haired Peyron. She gave
him her hand. And the soup angels"
smiled happily. Their visit to La Golee
had been worth while.
New Britain herald., 1926-09-03
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less and have become known as
the soup angels"
But even these poor wretches who
lived in rotten holes and slept upon
heaps of filth seemed better off than the
Migrants on the streets, They had keys
in their pockets and could say they had
"home," while those others had no
key, but often Z knife. Those others
were the ones who slept anywhere, but
preferably in the wine caves around
the Central Markets where a quart of
thick red wine and a place on the floor
cost ten cents.
1t was about half past one when Lieu
tenant Commissioner Peyron and the
soup angels led me into La Grape
dor, a murderous looking place near
the Halles Centrales in the very heart
of the city. 1t was a typical place of
the kind, a sort of underground dun
geon at the bottom of a battered stair
case, where some 200 human derelicts,
men and women, soaked in wine, slept
closely huddled together.
AS we CROPPED our way into the black
, ness below we were struck by wave
of fetid stencil that seemed to have
come straight from helPs own slaughter
house. In dimly lit cellar, about
thirty-ive feet long and thirty feet wide,
lay this noisome, smoke and alcohol
saturated catafalque of human misery.
There were three layers of sleepers,
those in the wine puddles under the
tables, those on the benches and those
on top of the tables. They looked like
so many sacks of coal, heaped together
in the dimness of reeking cellar.
Close to the door sat the proprietress,
a plain looking French business woman
who rose to her feet as we entered and
forbade US to sing. She said it in nice
way, evidently anxious that the sleep of
her guests should not be disturbed.
"Je regrette beaucoup," she said, but
if you want to sing, you will have to
wait outside until two o'clock. | close
my hotel at two sharp and everybody
must leave. 1t is the law"
We decided to stay just outside the
door and wait Although the air pur-
sued us like the fumes of a violent
anaesthetic we held our ground. Peyron
and his little band had been in worse
places. Promptly at = o'clock the human
New Britain herald., 1926-09-03

~
This pitiful bit of human -
wreckage was found Vsy
asleep under a pile of
newspapers in doorway. She
said that the soup the Salvation
Army's angels" gave her was
the first food to pass her lips in
more than twenty-four hours
By c. DE VIDAL HUNT
PARIS.
"HERE are places in the gay city
of Paris where hordes of home
less men and women may pur-
chase for little less than ten cents
a whole quart of wine, together with
the right to sleep pell-mell upon sticky
tables or on the stone floor from ten
at night until two in the morning.
They are the places of refuge of the
true "miserables" of the Paris under
world.
According to police statistics there
are between 1000 and 5000 of these
Migrants in the big metropolis of light
and pleasure, men in rags and pitifully
demoralized women who feed like ami
mails upon the garbage of the Central
Markets and sleep wherever they can.
Not all have the price Of bottle of
wine.
M. Albin Peyron, lieutenant commits
sioner of the French Salvation Army,
made the above statement to me and
offered to prove it. We met one night
at ten o'clock in the Place Maubert. 1t
was bitter cold and dark as pitch. Three
women Salvationists Joined the party.
Peyron, in order to keep his hands
free for his accordion, gave me small
load of pamphlets and his purse to carry.
Some indicate person had relieved him
of his pocketbook one night while his
hands were busy with his accordion.
We started from the foot of the
austere monument to Etienne Dolet,
printer and philosopher, who was burned
at the stake on that spot in the sixteenth
century, and moved down the somber
alley Of Maitre Albert into the old Dante
quarter 1t was there that the exiled
Dante lived in dire wretchedness about
the time he began work on his immortal
"Infeno"
On the corner of the Rue du Chemin
Vert we met the lassies with the soup
wagon. Presently, in deserted spot
we almost stumbled over an old gunny
sack. One of the women knelt beside it.
"Would you like little warm soup?"
she asked.
Family the bag trembled Slowly it
rose Under it was a man. The Sal
vationist repeated her question in soft,
we'll modulated voice. The man shud
dered, opened wide pair of tired
eyes.
He seemed unable to understand, but
at last he tremblingly held out his hand
into the ray of searchlight before him.
1t was an old emacated hand, grimy and
deformed from years of suffering. The
man did not look up. His vacant stare
was riveted upon the steaming tin cup
which the little woman offered him.
Everywhere around US were other.
dark figures lying on the cold stones.
We could see them now in the faint
glare of the searchlights. The "soup
angels" as the Salvationists are called,
did not miss single one. There was
soup for all.
Those that had bags to sleep under
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-05-14

The Physiology class have fin
ished their text books and will now
start writing on special subjects
pertaining to physiology and by.
giene.
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-05-14

Baccalaureate services will bt
held at the Burton Baptist Churcl
on May %.
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-05-14

Would YOU consider the follow.
ing points as part of the learn.
ing to be gained from Manual
trainingi Keeping the tool, that
are used in effective working con-
dition. Putting tools, supplies and
materials in place after using.
Keeping the bench and surround
ings in clean condition. Having
something to do. We do. Step in.
to the shop and see for yourself
who are the good workers. Don I
judge it all by the article that is
manufactured The manual train
Ing class at Burton may not be per.
lection but they may have reason
to be proud Of a certain degree of
responsibility and spirit of coop
GRAFTON.
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ings in our recent bereavement in
the death of our beloved son, Cliff
ford Beaumont.
Mr.. and Mrs. L. l.. Beaumont
and family.
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CARD OF THANKS

We wish to thank the Rebekah
Sisters and the VI. W. Of A. sis
tiers and all our neighbors and
friends who so kindly assisted rs
and for the beautiful floral offer
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-05-14

Any class is as good as the
members in it. If they individu-
ally possess the qualities that
make for earncstness and serious
progress, then the whole class will
reflect in the same way. The test
for this comes when teacher is
called away. We consider il a
matter of interest that the classes
went on Just the same in the alb.
sence of the teacher, who was nee.
essarily called away on the base
ball trip to Black Diamond. A
group of youngsters are obtain
ing what they come to school for.
when they can handle themselves
as World History was handled last
Friday.
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Take your meals at the new
dining room of the Cash and Car
ry Grocery.
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CARD OF THANKS


We wish to thank our kind
neighbors and friends for the
beautiful floral offerings and
kindness shown during our recent
bereavement in the death of our
beloved son, Donald Williams.
Mr.. and Mrs. Williams
and family.
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Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-05-14
Burton School Notes

The Frosh-Soph picnic was held
last Thursday, May 6, at Cedar
hurst. Altho the day was some
what damp, the spirits were not
dampened. A large bonfire was
built on the beach, then the tide
being low games of every descrip-
ton were played. About 5 80 din
ner was served and at 7 80 every
one left for their respective homes.
One out Of town guest attended
the picnic, Miss Beryl Cutler, of
Seattle. Miss Cutler also attend
ed the party the Burton Faculty
gave for the Vashon Faculty that
evening at the Bay View Pavilion.
The Physiology class have fin
ished their text books and will now
start writing on special subjects
pertaining to physiology and by.
giene
Baccalaureate services will be
held at the Burton Baptist Church
on May 90.
Commencement exercises will be
Friday, May 2S, in the high
school auditorium.
The Chemistry class had lesson
The Chemistry calss had lesson
on developing pictures last week.
Much enthusiasm was shown dur
ing the period and some had very
good results.
Members of the sewing class
have started on their last prob
lem, dresses. The majority of girls
III the class have never sewed be-
fore, consequently many new and
interesting problems con front
them.
Friday, May IA Burton is play
ing a game with Vashon on the
Burton field. We hope we shall
win, but to do SO, we shall need
the support of every Burton boost
err Come, bring 15c and see a
good game.
The honor roll for this month
has increased. Those on the honor
roll are Raymond Brink, Ellen
Bourgeois, Rose Garner, Grace
Larsen, Julia Larsen, Vivian Mil
Ter, Lilly Nelson, Arvid Nysted,
Margaret Passig, Alice Staples,
Elsa Schmidt, and Helen Tjosdal.
Our tipping class is showing
some Improvement, although orr
first year class is running neck and
neck with the second year class.
For the April award, Miss Gernaey
won her gold pin for writing sixty
or more perfect words a minute.
Laura Smith and Raymond Brink
OF the second year class won
bronze pins for writing forty OF
more perfect words. Helen TICS.
dial of the first year class won a
bronze pin.
|
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Many Of the members of the
baseball team, that went to Black
Diamond, and several others, stay
ed in Seattle Friday night, re-
turning to the island Saturday
morning.
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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-09-15
A STRAW THEY'RE cLUTcHlNG
AT

A drowning man clutches at
straw. Here Is what the Democrats
are said to be clutching at for an
issue two years hence: q clamor to
reduce taxes. with the expectation
that President Coolidge would obs
ject.
Senator Simmons is already talk
ing about cutting off $56o,oo0,000
from tho annual tax collection, all
Of which sounds good until one
stops to think there is the more in
terest to pay on the debt that Is not
reduced.
Our Secretary of the Treasury
would arrange to cancel the debt in
20 years. That isn't agreeable to
those who are interested in getting
a hand in spending the money
which would go to debt cancellation.
They are telling US that it better be
paid off in thirty-two years. That
would make more pork for con-
gressmen, but there would be the
interest charges all the while run
ming as regularly as old Father
Time. Besides a dollar may not be
as hard to get in 90 years as at the
end of 80 years. Now We pay a
pre-war debt of 100-cent dollars
with 67-cent dollars,
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-09-15
WNDSOHVILLE

Mr.. and Mrs. John Tibbetts and
little daughter, Frances, were guests
last week of the latter's parents, Mr..
and Mrs. Maurice Greeley and Incl
dentally took in the Fair.
Miss Mildred Morrill, is a guest of
relatives in Winslow.
Mr.. and Mrs. E. E. Bradbury OF
Augusta were visitors in town one
day last week
Mr.. and Mrs. Simon F. Stevens and
son. Richard, from Florida. who were
guests last week of relatives in
Windsor and Somerville, have gone
to Auburn to visit Mrs. Stevens
mother, Mrs. Hartford.
Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Hallowell of
Augusta, were guests In town of
friends last week.
John Sproul and friend, Mr.. Smith,
Of Augusta, were visitors of the
formers parents, and other boyhood
friends, Thursday
Wilfred Dodge Of Portland, who
was a week end guest of his father
and other relatives, returned to
Portland, Monday.
Elwood Weeks of Lewiston. was at
his summer residence over the Sab
bath.
Miss Eva Lyon Of Augusta was a
guest of her father, S. G. Lyon, and
sister, Mrs. Annie Dodge. three days
Of last week.
Mrs. Elizabeth Munsey Blackman
of Lawrence. Mass, is a guest Of her
niece, Mrs. Ethel Berry.
A merry party Of friends, consist.
ing of Mr.. and Mrs. Raymond NJ.
York. Mrs. Isabelle Colby Smith, Mrs
Ethel Berry, Mr.. and Mrs. Arthur
Sproul, Romeo Carron, Mr.. and Mrs.
w. H. Colby and friends, ate ed
the dance at Whitefield. Friday night.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-09-15
Editorial Comment
The Bar at the Bar
IN. Y. Herald Tribune)

(N. Y. Herald Tribune)
The legal profession knows, or
should know, it's black sheep.
Various of its leading members have
deplored the progressive lowering of
the tone of the bar, lowest OF all In
criminal practice. Why should bar
associations having the power to dis
cipline tolerate the tactics of un-
scrupulous criminal lawyers who en-
ploy a thousand and one tricks to
defeat or obstruct justice? The
guardians of legal integrity are
directly concerned, 1t must seem to
the layman, in the presentment Of
the August Grand Jury which calls
upon "all duly constituted authori-
ties or agencies having power in the
premises to adopt all proper avail
able means to bring to account such
lawyers as in the conduct OF the de-
Tense of persons charged with crime
commit unprofessional acts or adopt
dilatory tactics so as TO prevent
speedy trials" Puhlic-s spirited law
yers have already been a directing
force in the stiffening of criminal
processes to a sem blance of back
bone. They are certainly the most
competent to exact honest practice
in their own profession.
Legislation in this state has begun
to cut away some of the trial techni-
calities which. having nothing to do
with the essentials of justice, have
Postponed justice indefinitely or de-
feated 1t altogether. The Baumes
laws have made escape less easy for
the professional criminal. Judges
have not yet, however, sufficient
power to expedite a trial with sole
regard to the determination of the
truth; they are trammeled with
rules Of evidence operating to the
states disadvantage. Naturally. the
criminal lawyer uses every inch of
legitimate red tape in behalf of his
client. 1t is the lawyers who earn
their fees 'by hook or by crook" who
challenge the notice and the action
of the bar associations. They are
the ones who, to the limit of their
sinister ability. offset the best efforts
of legislators, judges. prosecutors
and police to bring criminals to book
The bar associations have stressed
the need of public support to attain
criminal-law reform. They undoubt-
edly have 1t now. There has been a
decided change in the public mood
from the former sentimentalism and
tenderness which looked upon every
criminal as an unfortunate" to be
treated with the softest solicitude.
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Coopers' Mills, Maine, Sept. IA
The many friends of Joseph N. obi
orne will be pleased to learn that he
has a fine position in the Middle
West. He left Monda' ing for
Cleveland, Ohio, where he will as
sumo his duties as instructor in BIZ
ology at Western Reserve University
for the coming year He is the old
est son of DR.. and Mrs. j. Z. Odiorne
of this town. A graduate OF Kent
Hill Seminary in 1920, taktn" Post
Graduate course there in 1921. IN
tering Bowdoin College in the fall or
that year he grauated with the class
of 1926 with 3. S. degree. While at
Bowdoin he was popular and We'll
liked by those that knew him. Dur
ir- bis last year there he W. assis-
tant in Biology. During last year he
attended Harvard GradLzte school at
Cambridge, Mass. Quiet, unassumins
and clear thinking his frireds : q
he is we'll prepared for his new
duties and they wish him the best OF
luck