The dance hall, with its curse of drink, its lack of chaperonage and of reasonable discipline, helps this along its downward course.
Sadie Greenbaum, as I will call her, was an exceptionally attractive young Jewish girl of fifteen when I first knew her.

Although not remarkably bright in school she was industrious, and aspired to be a stenographer.

She was not destined to realize her ambition.

As soon as she finished grammar school she was served, so to speak, with her working papers.

The family needed additional income, not to meet actual living expenses, for the Greenbaums were not acutely poor, but in order that the only son of the family might go to college.