Re: Weekly News 03/07-09/07
Ah yes, the Glories of the Gilded Age. They even wrote poems about it.
The Golf Links
Sarah N. Cleghorn (1876-1959)
The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.
Child Labor
Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935)
No fledgling feeds the fatherbird,
No chicken feeds the hen,
No kitten mouses for the cat –
This glory is for men.
We are the wisest, strongest race:
Long may our praise be sung –
The only animal alive
That lives upon its young!