Perkins School for the Blind Bound Clippings: World War Blind, 1916 . were such peo-ple, to whom should they write. To me, he said, St. Dunstans, Re-gents Park. I found the seventeen acres of so arranged that no blind mancould possibly lose his way. In the house,over the carpets, were stretched stripsof matting. So long as a man kept hisfeet on matting he knew he was on theright path to the door. Outside the doorshand rails guided him to the workshops,schoolrooms, exercising grounds, andkitchen gardens. Just before he reachedany of these places a brass knob on theband rail warned h
Perkins School for the Blind Bound Clippings: World War Blind, 1916 . were such peo-ple, to whom should they write. To me, he said, St. Dunstans, Re-gents Park. I found the seventeen acres of so arranged that no blind mancould possibly lose his way. In the house,over the carpets, were stretched stripsof matting. So long as a man kept hisfeet on matting he knew he was on theright path to the door. Outside the doorshand rails guided him to the workshops,schoolrooms, exercising grounds, andkitchen gardens. Just before he reachedany of these places a brass knob on theband rail warned him to go slow. Werehe walking on the great stone terraceand his foot scraped against a board heknew he was within a yard of a flight ofsteps. Wherever you went you foundmen at work, learning a trade, or, hav-ing learned one, intent in the joy ofcreating something. To help them thereare nearly sixty ladies, who have mas-tered the Braille system and come dailyto teach it. There are many other vol-unteers, who take the men on walksaround Regents Park and who talk and. jread to them. Everywhere was some one was helping someone; the blind teaching the blind; thosewho had been a week at St. Dunstansdoing the honors to those just place spoke only of hard work,mutual help, and cheerfulness. Whenfirst you aiTived you thought you hadover the others a certain advantage, butwhen you saw the work the blind menwere turning out, which they could notsee and which you knew with both youreyes you never could have turned out,you felt apologetic. There were cabi-nets, for instance, measured to the twen-tieth of an inch, and men who were study-ing to be masseurs who, only by touch,could distinguish all the bones in thebody. There was Miss Woods, a blindstenographer. I dictated a sentence toher, and as fast as I spoke she took itdown on a machine in the Braille alpha-bet. It appeared in raised figures on astrip of paper like those that carry stockquotations. Then, rea
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