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Herald July 28'

HAPPY DAY FOR WAIFS

ANNUAL OUTING FOR STREET ARABS.

Ten Thousand Homeless Boys Enjoy a Ride to Jackson Park, a Bountiful Dinner and a Special Performance at Buffalo Bill's Show.

Ten thousand street waifs were given an outing yesterday. Massing on the lake front they were taken to the exposition grounds by the Illinois Central Railroad, with a half dozen bands and an escort of police. The boys were not as ragged and dirty and hungry as usual, for they had been thoroughly scrubbed and decently clothed in garments contributed by the people of Chicago. But they were just as hilarious and noisy as ever. Dinner was served at a buffet counter nailed up on the common near the Sixty-second street entrance. The shed looked like a corral, with the inside packed to the ceiling with paper boxes. Here were stacked 10,000 luncheons, great wads of dry stuff running the whole gamut of pastry and the kinds of meat from sausage to dried beef. Each bundle con

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Herald July 28'

HAPPY DAY FOR WAIFS

ANNUAL OUTING FOR STREET ARABS.

Ten Thousand Homeless Boys Enjoy a Ride to Jackson Park, a Bountiful Dinner and a Special Performance at Buffalo Bill's Show.

Ten thousand street waifs were given an outing yesterday. Massing on the lake front they were taken to the exposition grounds by the Illinois Central Railroad, with a half dozen bands and an escort of police. The boys were not as ragged and dirty and hungry as usual, for they had been thoroughly scrubbed and decently clothed in garments contributed by the people of Chicago. But they were just as hilarious and noisy as ever. Dinner was served at a buffet counter nailed up on the common near the Sixty-second street entrance. The shed looked like a corral, with the inside packed to the ceiling with paper boxes. Here were stacked 10,000 luncheons, great wads of dry stuff running the whole gamut of pastry and the kinds of meat from sausage to dried beef. Each bundle con