He naturally regards his children as his savings-bank; he expects them to care for him when he gets old, and in some trades old age comes very early.

A Jewish tailor was quite lately sent to the Cook County poorhouse, paralyzed beyond recovery at the age of thirty-five.

Had his little boy of nine been but a few years older, he might have been spared this sorrow of public charity.

He was, in fact, better able to well support a family when he was twenty than when he was thirty-five, for his wages had steadily grown less as the years went on.

Another tailor whom I know, who is also a Socialist, always speaks of saving as a bourgeois virtue, one quite impossible to the genuine workingman.