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younger than I was. If anyone had said I was fifteen, no one would have disputed it. I did actually have my hair up, but I had a round face, wide-eyed look that makes you look younger than you really are. So I looked extremely young and was young. (I went to college with long hair worn in a braid down my back.)

I finally got to Mr. Devine and told him that my purpose was to get a job in the Charity Organizations Society. He said, what did I think I'd like to do? I said I understood that they had visitors who went out to see poor families who applied for help, decided if they got relief, gave them food, unravelled their problems. To this day I can see the strange, nature smile on Mr. Devine's face. He said, “Well, that's very interesting. What would you do if you were sent out to a family who had applied for some help, and you came into their tenement, you found the father drunk on the bed, the children done up with sore throats and sick, no food in the house. The mother was rustling around pretty disheveled and disorderly looking. The dishes were piled high in the sink. The father was drunk and obviously had just beaten his wife. What would you do?”

Promptly I said, “Well, I'd send for the police at once and have that man arrested, of course.”