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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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nning, wegot an extension secretary to care for our workinggirls. Now they have a fine gymnasium, a swim-ming pool, and a bigger dormitory. Miss Foster had refused many calls to a largerfield, making a sacrifice for the purpose of workingout her ideas about the working girls. At last sheaccepted one of the calls, and we lost her. There is one happy memory that our girls willnever lose, nor shall we. That is our summer camp,and Ive saved it to tell last, to take away themetallic taste of the money part. Some of our girls never got a vacation. Theycouldnt aff^ord the trip, nor the loss of time. Wedecided to bring the vacation to them. There was apretty oak grove near the end of one of our trolleylines, where we made our camp. Here we built twolarge bungalows, with screened open sides; one fora living room, dining room and kitchen, the other fora sleeping room and lockers. We had several tents,and, as our needs grew, we planned to use old streetcars, emptied of seats, for sleeping rooms.
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CD s (D>^ c THE WORKING GIRLS 125 For a five-cent fare the girls went to and fromtheir work, having the evening and night at thecamp, with supper and breakfast, and the whole longSunday to stroll or to rest in hammocks. The Public Service Company had donated stringsof electric lights, all about our camp, so that we couldhave evening games and entertainments. What ap-petites the fresh air gave our girls! How soundlythey slept, with the starlight sifting through thelaced branches, the sound of sleepy birds and drowsyinsects, and the leaves whispering sh-sh — sleepand rest! The girls took a new lease on health, and a larger,firmer hold on life. We came closer to them, so asto enter into their spiritual life, in twilight walksdown country lanes, or talks about the embers of ourcamp fire. One striking thing about the camp life was theway it obliterated all lines of caste. We, who neverthought about such things, had been surprised tofind how real it was to some of the girls. For in-sta

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