fromThe New Yorker
3 days agoThe Race to Give Every Child a Toy
If you were an immigrant kid in New York at the turn of the twentieth century, the candy store was the center of your world. You went there to kibbitz and schmooze, to get away from the crush of tenement life and the glare of the beat cop, and, of course, to eat sweets-Tootsie Rolls and Chicken Feeds and as many chocolate pennies as a copper one could buy.
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