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Studs Terkel:
We're at this moment, that noise in the background, bulldozers and action, trains, derricks, a truck zooms by but not stopping. Nobody stops here much anymore. We're at the entrance of Hull-House. It's as though a huge bomb had descended upon it. We see the rubble. And at the moment, Florence Scala and I are peering into one of the rooms near the – a policeman seated by, just being sure, I suppose, that vandals don't walk off with various bits of odd lumber and bricks around. We're peering into a room now that I imagine has a long history. What room was this, Florence ?
Florence Scala: This was the library and later was used as the meeting place for the elderly people that met here every day.
Studs Terkel: As we're looking through this storied building, into several rooms of it, I see the word “information” the front door there that people often walk into there.
Florence Scala: Yeah.
Studs Terkel: And there are long planks, just planks of wood here and bricks, assorted and sundry. And trucks are now zooming out, too, carrying away bricks. This is the – Florence, this is the – we just, you know, descended from the Halsted Street bus, and we're going to begin a tour with you as our guide, a tour of the Harrison-Halsted area of what remains. We'll go through and visit carious stores. I thought we should begin with Hull-House itself. There are boards at the end of that room we've been describing, whose window that we're now looking through. And I suppose we should go ahead. Sawhorses on loan. We can't talk at the bricks, we can't talk at the wood, we can't talk at the saw horses. And the crane operators are too busy. So, this is Hull-House. Hail and Farewell-
Florence Scala: Hail and Farewell…
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