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California, the Golden as it is named by Emma Duke, in her study of child-labor in the Imperial Valley,
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(3) Here, cotton is king, and rich ranchers, absentee landlords and others exploit it. Less than ten years ago ranchers would bring in hordes of laboring families, but refuse to assume any responsibility in housing them, merely permitting them to sleep on the grounds of the ranch. Conditions have been somewhat improved, but, sometimes, we read,
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Here, as in Michigan among the beets, children are
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All kinds of children pick, Miss Duke reports,
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Some of these children, it seems, wanted to attend school, but their fathers did not want to work; so the children were forced to become bread-winners. One man whose children were working with him in the fields said,
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Please, lady, don't send them to school; let them pick a while longer. I ain't got my new auto paid for yet. The native white American mother of children working in the fields proudly remarked:
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No; they ain't never been to school, nor me nor their poppy, nor their granddads and grandmoms. We've always been pickers!
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In the Valley one hears from townspeople, writes the investigator,
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Us kids most always drag from forty to fifty pounds of cotton before we take it to be weighed. Three of us pick. I'm twelve years old and my bag is twelve feet long. I can drag nearly a hundred pounds. My sister is ten years old, and her bag is eight feet long. My little brother is seven and his bag is five feet long.