Photograph by F. J. Youngblood 



THE SEVENTH AGE OF WOMAN IN HONDURAS 



On the visage of this centenarian the pencils of Poverty and Privation, as well as that 

 of Time, have drawn countless indelible lines of suffering and sorrow. The crutches which 

 guide her tottering steps are crude forked sticks which are a torture as well as an aid. At 

 her side are the sturdy children of the third or fourth generation. And here, as in every 

 other corner of the globe, the doll is the girl's dearest treasure. 



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