July 6, 1911. It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s New York. Hygiene is sorely lacking. There’s no chilled Coke. No frosty A&W. No Slurpees available. So why don’t we stick some blocks of ice on the hot asphalt of a dirty city street and invite some unvaccinated urchins to come lick it? It’s not like it’s a bat or anything.
I Don't Get It 
Little girl on the bottom right looks she’s one of the Children of the Corn. But I guess the communal licking of moist substances would do that to you.
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She is Malachi’s little sister. And she is hiding a scythe in her right hand.
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A scythe not a sickle? I guess you Texas folk know about that stuff.
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You’re right. The sickle is just her size.
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That sounds gross but in the context of all the nastiness those little tykes consumed a public ice lick was probably no big deal. I just think it was nice for someone to think of putting them out there.
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One step ahead of dancing together in their underwear under the fire hydrant, Kerbey.
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I like the sign in the window, “fancy cheap groceries.” Were they the ones who supplied the fancy communal ice blocks for licking?
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Good question.
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