I ' *.- NY PUBLIC LIBRARY THE BRANCH LIBRARIES 3 3333 15300 0530 THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET ..-.. THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET BY LILLIAN D. WALD With Illustrations from Etchings and Drawings by Abraham Phillips and from Photographs NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY COPYRIGHT. 1915. BY HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY November, 1938 /," *,*! " * *,• » ,rC' •* •• J • •••*•* ••*•••?' c 'c • * , n t . . . . • • c « . • • « • ° • «• C I • •*«>€ •.':..:•.:•..• : • •*•"• •*• '"i .•*! I i * • • • b* C C • • *oe .« c Printed in U.S.A. Co THE COMRADES WHO HAVE BUILT THE HOUSE , - < > ' •» I » . . . . i t : > . «... - ,• > r , s > * THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY* CIRCULATION DEPARTMENT D PARK PRANCH 192 EdST BROADWAY « •«••» • • ••„ • • • • - • • • • : •.• ; •• y ^. .; . « • * •' ••• r . : ', > • • • <. • • • • PREFACE MUCH of the material contained in this book has been published in a series of six articles that appeared in the Atlantic Monthly from March to August, 1915. And indeed it was due to the kindly insistence on the part of the editors of that magazine that more perma- nent form should be given to the record of the House on Henry Street that the story was published at all. During the two decades of the existence of the Settlement there has been a significant awakening on matters of social concern, par- ticularly those affecting the protection of chil- dren throughout society in general; and a new sense of responsibility has been aroused among men and women, but perhaps more distinctively among women, since the period coincides with their freer admission to public and professional life. The Settlement is in itself an expression of this sense of responsi- bility, and under its robf many divergent groups have come together to discuss measures " for the many, mindless , mass that most needs helping/' and often to assert by deed their faith in democracy. 'Some have found in the Settlement an opportunity for self-realization VI PREFACE that in the more fixed and older institutions has not seemed possible. I cannot acknowledge by name the many individuals who, by gift of money and through understanding and confidence, through work and thought and sharing of the burdens, have helped to build the House on Henry Street. These colleagues have come all through the years that have followed since the little girl led me to her rear tenement home. Though we are working together as comrades for a common cause, I cannot resist this opportunity to express my profound per- sonal gratitude for the precious gifts that have been so abundantly given. The first friends who gave confidence and support to an un- known and unexperimented venture have re- mained staunch and loyal builders of the House. And the younger generation with their gifts have developed the plans of the House and have found inspiration while they have given it. In the making of the book, much help has come from these same friends, and I should be quite overwhelmed with the debt I owe did I not feel that all of us who have worked together have worked not only for each other but for the cause of human progress; that is the beginning and should be the end of the House on Henry Street. LILLIAN D. WALD. CONTENTS CHAPTER PACK I. THE EAST SIDE Two DECADES AGO ... i II. ESTABLISHING THE NURSING SERVICE . . 26 III. THE NURSE AND THE COMMUNITY ... 44 IV. CHILDREN AND PLAY 66 V. EDUCATION AND THE CHILD .... 97 VI. THE HANDICAPPED CHILD 117 VII. CHILDREN WHO WORK 135 VIII. THE NATION'S CHILDREN 152 IX. ORGANIZATIONS WITHIN THE SETTLEMENT . 169 X. YOUTH 189 XI. YOUTH AND TRADES UNIONS .... 201 XII. WEDDINGS AND SOCIAL HALLS , . . .216 XIII. FRIENDS OF RUSSIAN FREEDOM .... 229 XIV. SOCIAL FORCES 249 XV. SOCIAL FORCES, Continued 270 XVI. NEW AMERICANS AND OUR POLICIES . . 286 INDEX 313 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET ..... Frontispiece Etching by Abraham Phillips LILLIAN D. WALD AND MARY M. BREWSTER IN HOSPITAL UNIFORM, 1893 ........... 6 WITH PRAYER-SHAWL AND PHYLACTERY ...... 22 Etching by Abraham Phillips THE NURSE IN THE TENEMENT ........ 28 A SHORT CUT OVER THE ROOFS OF THE TENEMENTS ... 52 AND THEIR ECSTASY AT THE SIGHT OF A WONDERFUL DOGWOOD IT HAS BEEN CALLED THE " BUNKER HILL " OF PLAYGROUNDS . 82 THE CHILDREN PLAY ON OUR ROOF ....... 82 THE KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN LEARN THE REALITY OF THE THINGS THEY SING ABOUT ........ 90 USES OF THE BACK YARD IN ONE OF THE BRANCHES OF THE HENRY STREET SETTLEMENT ........ 162 HERE AND THERE ARE STILL FOUND REMINDERS OF OLD NEW i vJ-Ki\. ••••••*•••••* X / C/ Etching by Abraham Phillips ESTHER ............. 182 Drawing by Esther J. Peck THE NEIGHBORHOOD PLAYHOUSE ........ 186 Drawing by Abraham Phillips IN A CLUB-ROOM ........... 192 Drawing by Abraham Phillips AFTER THE LONG DAY .......... 204 Drawing by Abraham Phillips AN INCIDENT IN THE HISTORICAL PAGEANT ON HENRY STREET, COMMEMORATING THE TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THE SETTLEMENT ........... 214 xi xii ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE THE OLDER GENERATION 218 Etching by Abraham Phillips PRINCE KROPOTKIN 234 BABUSCHKA, LITTLE GRANDMOTHER 242 THE SYNAGOGUES ARE EVERYWHERE — IMPOSING OR SHABBY- LOOKING BUILDINGS 254 Etching by Abraham Phillips A MOTHER IN ISRAEL 268 Etching by Abraham Phillips THE DRAMATIC CLUB PRESENTED "THE SHEPHERD" . . . 272 A REGION OF OVERCROWDED HOMES 298 AT ELLIS ISLAND THERE is A STREAM OF INFLOWING LIFE . . 308 Photograph by Louis Hines THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET PROPERTY OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET CHAPTER I THE EAST SIDE TWO DECADES AGO A SICK woman in a squalid rear tenement, so wretched and so pitiful that, in all the years since, I have not seen anything more ap- pealing, determined me, within half an hour, to live on the East Side. I had spent two years in a New York train- ing-school for nurses; strenuous years for an undisciplined, untrained girl, but a wonderful human experience. After graduation, I sup- plemented the theoretical instruction, which was casual and inconsequential in the hospital classes twenty-five years ago, by a period of study at a medical college. It was while at the college that a great opportunity came to me. I had little more than an inspiration to be of use in some way or somehow, and going to the hospital seemed the readiest means of realizing my desire. While there, the long hours " on duty ' and the exhausting demands 2 THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET of the ward work scarcely admitted freedom for keeping informed as to what was happen- ing in the world outside. The nurses had no time for general reading; visits to and from friends were brief; we were out of the current and saw little of life save as it flowed into the hospital wards. It is not strange, therefore, that I should have been ignorant of the various movements which reflected the awakening of the social conscience at the time, or of the birth of the " settlement," which twenty-five years ago was giving form to a social protest in Eng- land and America. Indeed, it was not until the plan of our work on the East Side was well developed that knowledge came to me of other groups of people who, reacting to a humane or an academic appeal, were adopting this mode of expression and calling it a " settlement." Two decades ago the words " East Side ' called up a vague and alarming picture of something strange and alien: a vast crowded area, a foreign city within our own, for whose conditions we had no concern. Aside from its exploiters, political and economic, few people had any definite knowledge of it, and its lit- erary ' discovery ' had but just begun. The lower East Side then reflected the popu- lar indifference — it almost seemed contempt — for the living conditions of a huge population. THE EAST SIDE TWO DECADES AGO 3 And the possibility of improvement seemed, when my inexperience was startled into thought, the more remote because of the dumb acceptance of these conditions by the East Side itself. Like the rest of the world I had known little of it, when friends of a philan- thropic institution asked me to do something for that quarter. Remembering the families who came to visit patients in the wards, I outlined a course of instruction in home nursing adapted to their needs, and gave it in an old building in Henry Street, then used as a technical school and now part of the settlement. Henry Street then as now was the center of a dense industrial popula- tion. 4 THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET From the schoolroom where I had been giv- ing a lesson in bed-making, a little girl led me one drizzling March morning. She had told me of her sick mother, and gathering from her incoherent account that a child had been born, I caught up the paraphernalia of the bed-making lesson and carried it with me. The child led me over broken roadways, — there was no asphalt, although its use was well established in other parts of the city, — over dirty mattresses and heaps of refuse, — it was before Colonel Waring had shown the pos- sibility of clean streets even in that quarter, — between tall, reeking houses whose laden fire- escapes, useless for their appointed purpose, bulged with household goods of every descrip- tion. The rain added to the dismal appearance of the streets and to the discomfort of the crowds which thronged them, intensifying the odors THE EAST SIDE TWO DECADES AGO 5 which assailed me from every side. Through Hester and Division streets we went to the end of Ludlow; past odorous fish-stands, for the streets were a market-place, unregulated, unsu- pervised, unclean; past evil-smelling, uncovered garbage-cans; and — perhaps worst of all, where so many little children played — past the trucks brought down from more fastidious quarters and stalled on these already overcrowded streets, lending themselves inevitably to many forms of indecency. The child led me on through a tenement hallway, across a court where open and un- screened closets were promiscuously used by 6 THE HOUSE ON HENRY STREET men and women, up into a rear tenement, by slimy steps whose accumulated dirt was aug- mented that day by the mud of the streets, and finally into the sickroom. All the maladjustments of our social and economic relations seemed epitomized in this brief journey and what was found at the end of it. The family to which the child led me was neither criminal nor vicious. Although the husband was a cripple, one of those who stand on street corners exhibiting deformities to enlist compassion, and masking the begging of alms by a pretense at selling; although the family of seven shared their two rooms with boarders, — who were literally boarders, since a piece of timber was placed over the floor for them to sleep on, — and although the sick woman lay on a wretched, unclean bed, soiled with a hemorrhage two days old, they were not degraded human beings, judged by any measure of moral values. In fact, it was very plain that they were sensitive to their condition, and when, at the end of my ministrations, they kissed my hands (those who have undergone similar experiences will, I am sure, understand), it would have been some solace if by any conviction of the moral unworthiness of the family I could have defended myself as a part of a society which OS w H