In Detroit, one Joe Jordan, apartment-house janitor, said to his lean-ribbed daughter Mae, last September: "You git some money! You're 14 now. You work or you don't eat here!"
Frightened by the glint in Joe Jordan's eye, Mae Jordan sought work, found none for a child so inexperienced and anemic as herself. Desperate, she begged odd jobs of baby tending, dish washing, floor scrubbing from residents in the apartment. One November day she sought her father radiant: "Mr. Klein and Mr. Platz want me to 'do' their apartment every day for $10...
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