One day, while I was leisurely walking along a busy and crowded street, in one of our large cities, viewing the sights with unusual interest and pleasure, I was confronted with a rather pitiable scene. Huddled near the entrance of a subway station, a dejected individual was plying his newspaper trade. He was certainly in a wretched condition. His face had a cadaverous look, his body seemed withered and aged and there was nothing but misery reflected in his eyes, that lent to the horror of his pallid countenance. His shoulders were so stooped that it seemed an impossibility for the organs to function properly, and his voice was so weak that I wondered whether the passersby heard what he was trying to shout.