Song of the Slum Woman.

Progress, Volume XIV, Issue 4, 1 December 1918, Page 380

Song of the Slum Woman.

The baby and the rubbish-tin are huddled side by side I m gettm' through the washin', and the yard is not too wide: Z when you , come to think of it, it doesn't seem quite square For the baby V the rubbish-tin to sit together there. ?(t™1 } T there's room enough for 'im to play upon the street i\ext-door-but-one a kid got crushed beneath an 'orse's feet) E sits quite good 'n' quiet, 'n' never starts to whine, J ill is eyes get sort of achy with the flappin' on the line. r V S 4? S ? for Women '* ' there's Infants' 'Omes as well; IN the Walker Convalescent you can rest in for a spell It'd bei a deal sight cheaper than the nurse, 'n' bed, 'n''ward It the Council 'd provide us with a decent-sized back yard. ' For there's Billy down with fever, 'n' there's Janie not sore eyes; ft ■N' Hector, though 'e's turned fifteen, 'e isn't any size. Yet they fill us up with charity in 'ospitals 'n' all! Won't anybody tell 'em they're against a bloomiii' wall? If they'd start from the beginnin'-like, with rentals on the square, 'N' pull these rotten houses down, 'n' 'elp us get fresh airIf they'd see we got conveniences— much; just what we need Why they'd 'ave both feet on sickness 'fore it'ad the chance to breed. * But the baby 'n' the rubbish-tin are huddled side by side, I 'in gettin ' through the washin,' and the yard is not too wideIt kind o sets you wonderin' what they all intend to do! There's the Parliament 'n' Premier, 'n' the grand Lord Mayor too— Vance Palmer— Forerunners."