. Review of reviews and world's work. PROF. H. SABSOVICH. (Superintendent of Woodbine Colony and Dean of theFaculty of the Baron de Hirsch Agricultural School.) EX-JUDGE MEYER S. ISAACS. (President of the Baron de Hirsch Fund.) no little trouble in proving property, and butfor the mother love that had refused to part witha little gingham slip her lost baby had worn, itmight have proved impossible. It was the mateof the one which Jette had on when she wasbrought into the asylum, and wliich they hadkept there. So the child was restored, and herhumble home made hap]\v. That was my first meeti
. Review of reviews and world's work. PROF. H. SABSOVICH. (Superintendent of Woodbine Colony and Dean of theFaculty of the Baron de Hirsch Agricultural School.) EX-JUDGE MEYER S. ISAACS. (President of the Baron de Hirsch Fund.) no little trouble in proving property, and butfor the mother love that had refused to part witha little gingham slip her lost baby had worn, itmight have proved impossible. It was the mateof the one which Jette had on when she wasbrought into the asylum, and wliich they hadkept there. So the child was restored, and herhumble home made hap]\v. That was my first meeting with tlu^ RussianJew. In after-years my path crossed his saw him herded with his fellows like cattle inthe poorest tenements, slaving sullenly in thesweat-shop, or rising in anger against his tyrantin strikes that meant starvation as the price ofliis vengeance. And always T liad a sense ofgroping in the memories of the past for a lost 690 THE AMERICAN MONTHLY REVIEW OF REI^ A GROUP OF EMPIiOYEES OF CLOTHING FA(;T0RY AT WOODBINE. key to something. The other day I met him oncemore. It was at sunset, upon a country road insouthern New Jersey. I was returning with Su-perintendent Sabsovich from an inspection of theJewish colonies in that region. The cattle werelowing m the fields. The evening breathedpeace. Down the sandy road came a creakingfarm-wagon loaded with cedar posts for a vine-yard hard by. Beside it walked a sunburned,bearded man with an axe on his shoulder, inearnest conversation with his boy, a strappingyoung fellow in overalls. The man walked asone who is tired after a hard days work, buthis back was straight and he held his head greeted us with a frank nod, as one who meetsan equal. The superintendent looked after him with asmile. To me there came suddenly the vision ofthe couple under the lamp, friendless and shrink-ing, waiting for a hearing, always waiting ; and,as in a flash, I understood. I had found thekey. The farmer there had i
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