human
in the coal-fields or in the industrial quarter of a metal town. The general population does not associate with them, and they have their own church, school, customs, and festivals. The men pick up a little English, the women none at all. It is really the children that are the battle-ground of old and new. Let them mingle freely with Young America, and no pressure from their parents can make them remain different from their playmates. They dread the nickname of
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Hun,
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Hunkie, or
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Bohunk
human
boarding-house in a dreary
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is a poor subject for assimilation. His life is bounded by the