with their married sons and daughters-in-law or married daughters and sons-in-law. Then there were the old men who lived in the Grant Home for Aged Gentlemen. You saw its fine red-brick fa�ade through the trees at the edge of the Park.

And the slogan of these first was:

“My son and my da’ter they wouldn’t want me to live in any public Home. No, sirree! They want me right there with them. In their own home. That’s the kind of son and daughter I’ve got!”

The slogan of the second was:

“I wouldn’t live with any son or daughter. Independent. That’s me. My own boss. Nobody to tell me what I can do and what I can’t. Treat you like a child. I’m my own boss! Pay my own good money and get my keep for it.”