barracks. They have no home life. The very
language proves it. The father returning from
work asks his child in the street where her mother
is; and back the answer comes, " In the buildings."

A new race has sprung up, a street people.
They pass their lives at work and in the streets.
They have dens and lairs into which to crawl for

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sleeping purposes, and that is all. One cannot
travesty the word by calling such dens and lairs
homes. The traditional silent and reserved Eng
lishman has passed away. The pavement folk are
noisy, voluble, high-strung, excitable when they
are yet young. As they grow older they become
steeped and stupefied in beer. When they have
nothing else to do, they ruminate as a cow rumi-

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