come. The multitude passes: swinging walk,
lagging step; smiling, serious--just little chil-
dren, forever appealing, and these, perhaps,

more than others, stir the emotions. "Crime,
ignorance, dirt, anarchy!" Not theirs the
fault if any of these be true, although some-
times perfectly good children are spoiled, as
Jacob Riis, that buoyant lover of them, has
said. As a nation we must rise or fall as we
serve or fail these future citizens.

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