And we were not alone in it. The shoe fits every
large city more or less snugly. I know, for I have had a good deal
to do with fitting it on the last two or three years; and often,
when looking my audience over in lecturing about Tony and his
hardships, I am thinking about Mulberry Street and the old days when
problems, civic or otherwise, were farthest from my mind in digging
out the facts that lay ready to the hand of the police reporter.
[Illustration: The Way to present the Manufacture of "Toughs"]
In him as a reporter there may be no special virtue; but there
is that in his work, in the haste and the directness of it, which
compels him always to take the short cut and keeps it clear of
crankery of every kind. The "isms" have no place in a newspaper
office, certainly not in Mulberry Street. I confess I was rather
glad of it. I had no stomach for abstract discussions of social
wrongs; I wanted to right those of them that I could reach. I wanted
to tear down the Mulberry Bend and let in the light so that we
might the more readily make them out; the others could do the rest
then.
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