A Dance Hall Rescue
A young immigrant woman, alone and desperate, finds an unexpected protector in the unlikely setting of a Seattle dance house.
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Lottie Johnson, a young girl fresh from a sparsely settled section of Canada, came to Seattle five months ago. She was good looking but awkward, and after falling sick and losing her savings, she found herself wandering up Jackson Street with only 15 cents to her name. She entered the New Zealand dance hall, where her confusion and vulnerability drew unwanted attention from the crowd. Ruby Adams, a dance house girl, immediately sensed the danger and intervened, pulling the girl into her own room for safety. Through Adams's efforts and the oversight of a local detective, Lottie was connected with a respectable rancher looking for help, and she was sent back to the country to work and care for the rancher's children.
“Ruby Adams took her out of the den to her own room and told her to keep the door locked until she returned.”
The precariousness of a young person arriving in a new city without a safety net has been a central theme of urban life for over a century. While the 'dance halls' of the Jackson Street district have long since vanished, the vulnerability of new arrivals remains a stark reality in Seattle's housing and labor market today.
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