"And you taught us how we should live nice.

But how can we live nice when our shop is so rotten?
Our boss is trying to kiss the girls, he is trying to hug them on the stairs.

And what he pays us is a joke, and we must work till nine o'clock.

So will you help us, teacher, and give us a room for our meetings here?
We want to have a union." A truant officer brought in two ragged, frightened little chaps.

Found on the street during school hours, they had to give an account of themselves.
Sullenly one of them gave an address far up in the Bronx, ten miles away.
They had not been home for a week, he said.