Written by British Home Child Cecilia Jowett - Original held by BHCARA
"NO THOUGHT FOR TOMORROW: THE STORY OF A NORTHERN NURSE"
When I was five years old I was brought out to Canada from England, with a ticket pinned to my coat, and with the resolve already in my childish heart that some day I would make a place for myself in the great, cold world, where I could help others as the kind nurses had helped me.
"Oh, I'd never take a child like that into my home" I have heard ladies say, "You never know how they will turn out." And there I was, a graduate nurse, in their homes, rendering skilled assistance, perhaps saving or helping to save a life. Yet they didn't dream that I was on of "those children" once."
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Very controversial book written by John Worby based on his life as a British Home Child - 1937
THE OTHER HALF
Title: The Other HalfBookID: otherhalf-nonficAuthors: John WorbyISBN-10(13): N-O-N-E12Publisher: J. M. Dent and SonsPublication date: 1937Edition: VariesLanguage: English
[EDITORS NOTE: This book contains graphic passages, so please be advised that we rate it as for Older Teens and Above.]
ASKS BAN ON BOOK
Toronto Star Saturday, March 6, 1937
London Daily Express takes most of a page to say that a book "The Other Half" written by John Worby and published by J. M. Dent and Sons, should be banned. This is the life story of a Barnardo boy as told by himself and as a specimen of low-life literature it ranks high. The author has a knack of getting tough experiences and of writing them. About 50 pages of the this book should have been killed by the publishers as unfit for any decency-loving reader. Much of the rest is less revolting than many so-called respectable books of realism. Passages here and there have a high spiritual quality. One speech of the girl-hobo to the author, in the "jungle" is real emotional gold. A good deal of the hobot scne is in Canada; the toughest parts in the United States and England to which the wastrel was deported. One page of this in a S.A. hostel is on a par with some of the worst spots in a recent slum-novel of Glasgow. What this book needed was thorough editing. Much of it is too good to destroy; a great deal of it too raw to read.