Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 17, 2025
Riis had said to him that he did not care much for Albany since Roosevelt had gone, and his friend replied: "Yes, we think so, many of us. The place seemed dreary when he was gone. But I know now that he left something behind that was worth our losing him to get.
Adams and Sumner, Labor Problems, chap. V. A. S. Warner, American Charities. E. T. Devine, Principles of Relief. S. Webb, Prevention of Destitution. L. Veiller, Housing Reform. Deforest and Veiller, The Tenement-House Problem. J. Lee, Constructive and Preventive Philanthropy. Alden and Hayward, Housing. J. A. Riis, The Battle with the Slum. National Municipal Review, vol. 2, p. 210.
"Who in thunder " he growled angrily and caught sight of my rueful face. I was thinking I might as well have left my note on his desk that morning, for now I was going to be discharged anyhow. "Is that the way you treat your city editor, Riis?" he asked, while I handed him his hat. "It was the wind, sir, and I was running " "Running! What is up that set you going at that rate?"
Riis showed Roosevelt everything. Police headquarters were in Mulberry Street, and yet within a stone's throw iniquity flourished. He guided him through the Tenderloin District, and the wharves, and so they made the rounds of the vast city.
But, according to Captain Riis, and other modern authorities which I consulted, the Maelström has lost all its terrors and attractions.
I already knew Jake Riis, because his book "How the Other Half Lives" had been to me both an enlightenment and an inspiration for which I felt I could never be too grateful. Soon after it was written I had called at his office to tell him how deeply impressed I was by the book, and that I wished to help him in any practical way to try to make things a little better.
When I turned up in the office after midnight to write the story, the night editor eyed me curiously. "I thought, Riis, you were suspended," he said. For a moment I wavered, smarting under the injustice of it all. But my note-book reminded me. "I am," I said, "and when I am done with this I am going home till you send for me. But this fire can I have a desk?"
His vanity may obliterate common fear and custom as his mind becomes inflamed with flash literature and "penny dreadfuls." Sometimes whole neighborhoods are terrorized so that no one dares to testify against the atrocities they commit. Riis even goes so far as to say that "a bare enumeration of the names of the best-known gangs would occupy the pages of this book."
Riis tells with that charm which is peculiarly his own and with a wonderful fidelity to life, little human interest stories of the people of the "other half." He has taken incidents in their daily lives and has so set them before the reader that there is gained a new and a real insight into the existence of a class which is, with each year, making its presence felt more and more in the nation.
"Nixie! not guilty!" he said tauntingly. "Why, what do you mean?" "Haven't you heard of Mr. Riis, Jacob Riis?" I said I had. "The Governor's friend?" "Yes; what of it?" "Well, ain't he at Headquarters for the Sun?" I said that was so. "Well?" I took out my card and handed it to him. "I am that man," I said. For a fraction of a second the policeman's jaw dropped; but he was a thoroughbred.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking