Working Women Kate Doyle We, the people of the United States, And nobody else, Must cure whatever is wrong, Must lead to a higher individuality, And ultimately to a cleaner race. Who live in comfortable homes, And yet found on the street, In sheer high spirits. It was their duty, Curing of the evils Of the world. To go outside And attack it The social problems of our times. The sacking of a city. Which may require operations, Which will seem severe. Organization is the only hope. Atmosphere of crime and laziness, Swarming in tenement-houses. “Misery Row.” Invariably given to hard drinking . The newspapers, The theatrical posters, The street conversations for weeks had to do with The human instinct. The growing belief that The life of each human being, However hopeless or degraded, Is still sacred, And that want and degradation Should not blot out lives. What a tremendous thing it is, And how are we ever Going to do the job?