ok poison. Said
the father to the police: "Constant poverty had driven my wife
insane. We lived at No. 160 Steuben Street until a week ago, when we
were dispossessed. I could get no work. I could not even make
enough to put food into our mouths. The babies grew ill and weak.
My wife cried nearly all the time."

"So overwhelmed is the Department of Charities with tens of thousands
of applications from men out of work that it finds itself unable to
cope with the situation."--_New York Commercial_, January 11, 1905.

In a daily paper, because he cannot get work in order to get something to
eat, modern man advertises as follows:

"Young man, good education, unable to obtain employment, will sell to
physician and bacteriologist for experimental purposes all right and
title to his body. Address for price, box 3466, _Examiner_."

"Frank A. Mallin went to the central police station Wednesday night
and asked to be locked up on a charge of vagrancy. He said he had
been conducting an unsuccessful search for work for so long that he
was sure he must be a vagrant. In any event, he was so hungry he
must be fed. Police Judge Graham sentenced him to ninety days'
imprisonment."--_San Francisco Examiner_.

In a room at the Soto House, 32 Fourth Street, San Francisco, was found
the body of W. G. Robbins. He had turned on the gas. Also was found his
diary, from which the following extracts are made

"_March_ 3.--No chance of getting anything here. What will I do?

"_March_ 7.--Cannot find anything yet.

"_March_ 8.--Am living on doughnuts at five cents a day.

"_March_ 9.--My last quarter gone for room rent.

"_March_ 10.--God help me. Have only five cents left. Can get
nothing to do. What next? Starvation or--? I have spent my last
nickel to-night. What shall I do? Shall it be steal, beg, or die?
I have never stolen, begged, or starved in all my fifty years of
life, but now I am on the brink--death seems the only refuge.

"_March_ 11.--Sick all day--burning fever this afternoon. Had
nothing to eat to-day or since yesterday noon. My head, my head.
Good-bye, all."

How fares the child of modern man in this most prosperous of lands? In
the city of New York 50,000 children go hungry to school every morning.
From the same city on January 12, a press despatch was sent out over the
country of a ca