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five cents per dozen and you furnish your own thread.' 



"When the reporter objected to the low price, he told 

 her if she preferred she could have cheviot shirts to make 

 at the same price, but having learned all she cared to, she 

 excused herself and proceeded to Never Rip Jersey Factory, 

 133 West Washington street, where she arrived too late in 

 the day to secure work, but was told to come in the next 

 morning, which she did and was given work, making 

 jerseys at 60 cents per dozen. On entering the work-room 

 her heart nearly failed as she beheld the wretched serfs and 

 surveyed the low ceiling, with its scanty light, bad 

 ventilation, and inhaled the sickening odors and foul air 

 from the dyed fabrics and a long row of watr closets 

 which projected from the wall. In this factory she stayed 

 long enough to earn 25 cents. At noon, she says, the 

 machinery stopped and 120 working women were given 30 

 minutes in which to eat their dinners. 



"The reporter says she counted thirty-seven women 

 who made their dinner on dry bread alone, fifteen with 

 sandwiches; ten ate cold pancakes, and twenty-three had 

 no dinner whatever. 



" 'Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, and flesh 

 and blood so cheap. ? 



"While there, the reporter gives an account of one 

 poor exhausted slave, who went into the water closet and 

 was found asleep in the sickening stench. She was carried 

 out and when a breath of fresh air was given her, her 

 wasted energies revived, and she told how, six months 

 before she came from England with every hope of bettering 

 her condition, only to plunge deeper into the jaws of 

 slavery. In the evening the reporter went to the sale 

 room to price a jersey and was asked $2. 50 for the identical 

 jersey she had finished for five cents. 



"The invincible reporter finds herself next day, in 

 the foul and murky confines of Kllinger's cloak factory, 



