Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.
I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser
I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people
I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?