“All aboard that are going! Clear the gang plank!” Shouted the captain as we stepped on board. When you look pale in the early summer days, Papa and Mama say, “we must get away.” But here in this great big city of New York, they cannot get away. They all lived on streets that were narrow, and the one window in the room was too small for much air. That which came in was hot and heavy with the smells of the streets.
But now there is The Floating Hospital!
Excerpted from an article about The Floating Hospital, then operated by St. John’s Guild, in Harper’s Young People magazine, September 10, 1889
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