|Jacob A. Riis (18491914). The Battle with the Slum. 1902.|
|The whole Irish contingent rode the plank, all at once, with screams of delight. A ragged little girl from the despised Dago colony watched them from the corner with hungry eyes. Big Jane, who was the leader by virtue of her thirteen years and her long reach, saw her and stopped the show.|
| Here, Mame, she said, pushing one of the smaller girls from the plank, you get off an let her ride. Her mother was stabbed yesterday.|
| And the little Dago rode, and was made happy.