The Vice Bondage of a Great City; or, the Wickedest City in the World

and

Y DEF

derland of Hell-Crimes that Thrive by Night-St

2,000,000 souls is the light o

day's occupation, turn to

he kiss from loving lips goes with them into the land of drea

ep, thousands sin a

of darkness. Vice breathe

eps forth the monste

fattened for him. The hour has come for the n

, we will show you

of the loop distri

istered in the County Courthouse, a stone's throw from

kind in Chicago. It is a place where human souls are valued for just the wo

dreds of drinking places for men a

are broken there and lives ruined. It is n

undergr

teps we go

to a table by

ive looking young man plays a piano. T

sty sip at a beer glass and advancing to the front

ded. He is "sent up" a dri

ok abo

ed tables. At each table sit

written a tragedy, either beginning that night

ho smiles at the drinking youth who sits with her? She has lived th

lood from her veins. She has been discarded. Sh

ud to sit with her, buy her more poison and

tempts to forget. It is the signal that death has placed his hand

erry burst of laughter f

rkle! How her ch

nuously to the rh

at you as she

life. It is lights and s

A much-sought after girl on

s tonight; no hau

ulse thrills her; her thoug

hy not? The world

wandered into the pa

clerk. No clothes, no de

l who worked beside her; how she p

ocence was the i

n habitue of the

auty and fascination. The t

ll, the sweet voice harsh, the

ing then but the bitter dregs! Oh, th

is ine

itution or an insane asylum! The

s tentacles de

IRST

t. Really, it's like a 'soft' d

rn on hearin

shionably dressed man. The young girl he is tal

s are like those of a hunt

er firs

e the drink. You see her take another

t time to go, Kid,"

lurches into hi

r victim is claim

er prays that her daughter may be pr

or that girl, a chasm in the depths of w

ing in the present, a forgetfulness of the past, a sh

ile drink quickens the pulse, while the atmosphere lulls the conscience to sleep, innoc

are carried away by the glare of the "Great White Way" and the sensuous lures of the dazzling cafes

te the attractive pictures on the wall,-pictures of popular a

, narrow sphere, can point to the pictures and give you the names with dangerous accura

he streets. In pairs they stagger away, some to houses of assignation, others to the disorderly hotels

s of the enmeshing web of the insidious and poisonous sp

to a reform association's statistics, take the

hem. A conscious or unconscious emissary of the vice lords lures them to these cesspools, robs them of their senses by subtle intoxicants and destroys that same night their virginal purity. In a night they have fallen f

of Chicago life, can be certain that the child of his or her flesh and blood will return to the fireside und

of the girl prob

our boys

that a nation's integrity

eek recreation in the cafes. It is there they meet or take the lost women. It is there they wreck bright futures, sow the seed of c

pes figures as the principal, you can read the word "cafe." It began there, it

ET AND ITS

other places to visit before the sun flar

lighted avenues and its "Rialto" to one of the busiest

pushing, army of men an

et is by no m

mber of unescorted women, walking the main

ly swinging their purses, and looking up int

now the hid

d of the last element of self-respect, who like vultures attack their prey in

t-walkers." Unblushingly they flirt with their victims, catch their eyes, dra

rhoods every night in the year. To the shady hotels within the loop or just outside of it, whe

unting evil is about her wherever she goes. She is good, but the men who w

heir byways of crime. Invariably within a few days, the same painted faces and expression

the morning. They take their victims to the cafes of which we have spoken and lure them into buying poisonous intoxicants. For every drink they bring to the house,-and they mu

icago. There are a thousand more revolting sights to be seen, not for the purpose of morbid curios

st kingdom in the world, the empire of

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e are halted in our progress by a man standing in front of a ga

t reaches o

nside in all her glory and all her-well, you know, Gents, the best ever. Come on, it's a whole pile of fun

and a swarm of men of all types and co

cent forms of entertainment that have enough air of respectability about them to exis

nes down the abyss ending at the dishonored grave. Every night young men pour out of these places with their minds poisoned and with the fiery hand of temptation on them, and from there they

ese theaters. Suggestive songs are sung, obscene witticism spoken, until pent up,

down the roadway

MAN'S G

It is the promenade of men of millions and women of blood. It is the location of s

do not figure in the great vic

ake every father and mother who reads thi

d consciences, men of diseased moral senses, who are always in se

se parasites bring their young victims to these hotels, dazzle them with the beauty and luxury about them, rob t

, as we see it from a superficial g

f the world, there is a great

the character witnessed at the place first visited. Everything bespeaks luxury. The music is subtly and so

feasting at the table of life and toying away the moments with women who are ready to

t fashions, brilliant with delicately rouged faces and penc

e thrust those tragedies aside and have reduced life to a mere living from day to day, prepared every hour to barter flesh and blood for cash. But,

ility. It has purchased that pharas

ared. Of course, we must not lose sight of the fact that the vast majority of the women who enter such

riated by wines and liquors and forgetful of respect to each other. There are, however, hundreds who e

ears with the gray showing in his hair, holding a conversation with one of

ted. He is taken to a certain room and is admitted by a rather flashingly dresse

n a low voice. We might overhear this con

and the evening is boring. Mr. ... the hotel clerk, tel

stops and thinks and then sa

ke the evening agreeable. I can find y

and new to the game, or a 'woman of some experience?' I can certainly p

ghs off a possible embarrassment an

t seventeen summers, one that will go the limit and not try to put mucilage o

and waits. A few moments later he is "paged" by a bellboy and a note is given him. If we should follow him we would find that

iction but sh

who is the procuress of girls of every description, char

otels. They are the fashionable panderers for the rich human beasts,

young and old prostitutes. If a man is willing to pay the price demanded, the woman, "Miss Harris," or other such

lesh-markets, the slave blocks whe

rl slaves pay tribute to carry on their traffic to the great kings of the underworld.

pe-has a secret directory to the cover

one. He makes his demand without hesitation. He wants a young girl of innocence. He wants a girl in the first flush

mitted in the dark, in a secure and safe place, in a pla

with the trembling, wondering and frightened girl, to the "Arena,

to the place. The man and his victim are received politely and ushered into a luxuriously furnished room, delicately scented wi

t, supper with delicate morsels of food and wines of choice and expensive brands a

with such places. They may be found in our best residence districts,

on such places we will name

have a letter of introduction or be known before entrance can be effected. Here, nightly, men of

p to this place every evening and thei

champagne-are served to the patrons for $12 a plate. It is

re the same luxuries are in evidence, where the same vices are committed and

er forms of vice, for police toleration. Reform movements have not attacked them because they are scarcel

starting in the big hotels. In these "flats" of secrecy, girls will be furnished i

the underworld. From the hot

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ct, are the "assignation hotels" of Chicago. These are the houses where men bring their victims at a cost of one dollar to five dolla

ng to a prominent investigator and reformer, are $600 a night. As we move southward we pass them at every step,

espectable residents. The Vice Trust drove them away by its encroachments. Today those same buildings are tenan

e street, vice reigns openly and supreme. There is no pretense at respectability. Vice has

city's death-spot. Similar borderlands

ic signs flaring over the haunts of vice-they spel

cafe we have described, stripped of its air of hidd

y be found drunk and maudlin, vulgarly and cheaply clothed, dropping "dope" into her glass of whiskey to reviv

ppear respectable; they have tired of hiding their shame and infamy; they have torn off the mask an

gave me. I drank to the last lees the glass and I am accursed. Death has placed his se

ner to attract prospective customers. Here a sign is made, and a half drunken waiter brings a half craz

es of the opium, cocaine and morphine habit, and fourteen per cent, according to a conserva

ss a vice-creature, whose type we have

fortunate beside him. His voice rises as he shakes his finger at her. Her hand trembles as she reac

you another man?" he yells at her above the jarring music

me business!" he says to her hoar

ature rises and hurries out into t

word for the old word "pimp." That is her master:-the m

tures. They are men stripped of every instinct of honor, lost to ev

e earnings of thousands of depraved women. From the earnings of their s

ame means nothing; it is the character o

houses of prostitution, there are 800 of these low vile creatures. We are but

fes of the South side but they exist

r trip is by no means over. Let us l

We have reached Twenty-second street and Wabash ave

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and women into that large bui

t from behind a mirror used as a screen into a large hall on the floor of which se

also "come south," as the expression is. They are here to revel until dawn. There is

he couples with unsteady steps, caused by the whirling about the floor and the drinks which have been freely imbibed, seek rest at the dirty, wet chairs and tables which encompass

, are dragged from the place night

tmosphere, from the smell of stale

at Buxbaum's Cafe at Twenty-second and State streets,-the

e outcasts of the levee, or the women who seek a few mo

o portray are carried on; all night the saturnalia of vice wrings the

f respectability and trap the young and innocent girls and with hands dripping with blood

ims in a surging current, without hope of rescue to the waters, whose eddies close forever over the drowned. The cafes and disorderly saloons and dance halls are the

a lake-that lake is one of the

D BE MERRY ..

f The Chicago