If
that is so, why do you not join in the crusade to suppress
gambling in New York? For the love that you must still bear
towards your own mother, listen to the stories of other mothers
torn by anxiety for their sons and daughters, and if there is any
justice or righteousness in this great city close up those
gambling hells that are sending to ruin scores of our finest young
men--and women. You have taken up other fights against gambling
and vice. Take up this one that appeals to women of wealth and
social position. I know them and they are as human as mothers in
any other station in life. Oh, if there is any way, close up these
gilded society resorts that are dissipating the fortunes of many
parents, ruining young men and women, and, in one case I know of,
slowly bringing to the grave a grey-haired widow as worthy of
protection as any mother of the poor whose plea has closed up a
little poolroom or policy shop. One place I have in mind is at----
West Forty-eighth Street. Investigate it, but keep this
confidential.
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