Across the Fruited Plain

e and Jack and the

thought that many of them are families much like yours and mine, traveling uncomfortably in rattly old ja

the year, and one thousand seven hundred at picking time. Lately, though, there have been more migrants than ever. One reason is that while in the past we used to eat fresh peas, beans, strawberries, and

as much work as several families of farm laborers. So the extra families have ta

hat wouldn't grow crops any more. The people from the Dust Bowl, as the district is called, had to migrate, or starve. A great many of them went to the

he rights of young American citizens--like you. A great many of them can't go to school, and are growing up ignorant; and they don't have church, with all it means to u

etimes pass a jalopy packed inside with a whole family, fr

to do with them. Our sugar may come from these children's work; our oranges, too, and our peas, lettuce, mel

ssings of our country and others have none. By and by, the counties and states and Federal government tried to help the migrant families. In a fe

ere left alone while their parents worked. The rooms were often no more than a made-over barn, but in these "Christian Centers," as they were called, the children were given cleanliness, food, happiness and the care of a nurse,

h school classes, we can give CleanUp and Kindergarten Kits like Cissy's and Jimmie's and our leaders will tell us other things we

ow up, perhaps you may help our country become