They were sold to a department store, and kept to run between its door and a Third Avenue El.

station, to be packed to bursting with fat women and squalling children from the Bronx.

Think of their degradation! Think of their feelings when they reflect upon the days of past glory! "It was hard," the confidences continued, "but I do not complain.

We were growing old, no doubt of that.

We were of yesterday, and you know the old saying of the ring that youth must be served.