A TRIP downtown for the young ladies of Peachtree Street, Atlanta, had one discouraging aspect. To get from their homes in that noted sector to the shopping district by the quickest route they had to pass a slum. Its gray, dilapidated shanties, with back yards full of trash, lay adjacent to the campus of the Georgia Institute of Technology, at the doorway of downtown Atlanta.
It was a notorious area. On the books of the police precinct, on the rolls of the fire department, in the dossiers of social workers, in the files of the chamber of commerce, the district was docketed as Atlanta's Problem Area No. 1. To the health department it was a source of potential epidemic. To the police it was an area in which officers walked in pairs, and which weekly yielded arrests far out of proportion in their number to the size of the area. Periodically the fire department, after heavy rains, would be called to send