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Title: Beauty for ashes
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Bacon, Albion Fellows, 1865-1933
Subjects: Working class Tenement houses Poor
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ot lots, all the way out, acrossIndiana, for an indefinite distance. There are nosuch physical or moral problems, anywhere else inIndiana. Nowhere else such inpouring streams ofhumanity, such crowding, such imminent land con-gestion. They are baffling, overpowering! I stood on the shore of the great lake, upon whosesands the human breakers beat as ceaselessly as doits surges. A few years ago there was only the wasteof waters here, calling to the wastes of sand. Thewaste places had a new meaning now. What werethese dreary dunes, compared to the wasted heartsof our cities, the older ones blackened by decay,ruined by abandonment; the newer ones, wasted bythe neglect of opportunities to do splendid things,the choice of doing little and sordid things.?^ Andwhat was the civil engineering done here, comparedwith the human engineering needed? Wonderful things have been done in this section,in reclaiming marshes, making roads, bridges, build-ings — those things that the strong hand of man is
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cj :> c3 to c3CJ I THE HOMES OF INDIANA 281 trained to do. There are many other things to bedone, that Indiana calls upon the men who firstclaimed these wastes to come back and finish. But — we can drain the marshes and level thedunes. Can we ever drain these marshes of misery,and level the barriers to the race? It was with a heavy heart that I turned away, togo on towards the cities of a difi*erent day. Andthe story that I had to tell the clubs was hard toput into one lecture, for it was like condensing allof Salt Lake into one tabloid. It choked me, andsometimes it did them. In October the Federation convened at its annualsession, and I had a chance to see it in its full glory.If I had needed any proof that the club women ofthe romancers was either a myth, or long ago ex-tinct, I would have had it in the reports that showedwhat each club had done through the year. I satand listened with deep interest as the thirteen dis-tricts gave their statements, and these are some of thethi

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