Religion: Settlement Worker

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Heat blanketed Henry Street in Manhattan's teeming lower East Side one day last week. Grubby babes clung to their moist mothers, sitting on the front stoops of dingy tenements. Urchins played in the street, shouting, sucking at violently colored and flavored sticks of ice from the pushcarts. All at once they perceived a handsome, golden-haired woman alighting at a red-brick house, No. 265. Some of the moppets ran up to help with her luggage. They had heard that she was coming, knew that she was Miss Hall—Miss Helen Hall —the new Head...