Food rations were down to a quarter of a pound per person and machine guns were spattering the St. Petersburg streets with dead when a family of five Russian Jews who lived in one small room across from the central police station scrambled a few belongings together and hastily escaped from Russia. There were 16 refugees crowded into the third-class compartment which carried them across Siberia. And when they reached San Francisco via Japan and Honolulu nothing seemed so strange as the way U. S. residents spread themselves out, unless it was...
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