Not one in the whole underworld.
So they play in the streets, or rather indulge in what is called "horse-play." But there are youths' clubs! Yes, a few mostly in pokey places, yet they are useful.

But Tom, Dick and Harry want space, room and air, for they get precious little of these valuable commodities at their work, and still less in their homes.

Watch them if you will, as I have watched them scores of times in the streets, how foolish, yet how pitiable their conduct is; you will see that they walk for about two hundred yards and then walk back again, and then repeat the same walk, till the hours have passed; they seem to be as circumscribed as caged animals.

They walk within bounds up and down the "monkey's parade." How inane and silly their conversation is! Sometimes a whim comes upon them, and one runs for a few yards; the whim takes possession of others, and they do exactly the same.

One seizes another round the body and wrestles with him.