| The Author—As Himself and “Broke” | Frontispiece |
| PAGE |
| A half-frozen young outcast sleeping in a wagon-bed. He was beaten senseless by the police a few minutes after the picture was taken | 3 |
| A familiar scene in a Western city. The boy is “broke” but not willing to give up | 8 |
| A Municipal Lodging House. An average of seventy men slept each night in the brick ovens during the cold weather | 16 |
| At a Denver Employment Office. Many of these men slept in the brick ovens the night before | 24 |
| “Stepping up a little nearer to me he drew more closely his tattered rag of a coat” | 32 |
| Huddled on a stringer in zero weather | 32 |
| Just before Thanksgiving, 1911, leaving the Public Library, Chicago, after being ejected because of the clothes I wore | 40 |
| Municipal Lodging House, Department of Public Charities, New York City | 42 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Registering Applicants | 48 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Physicians’ Examination Room | 64 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: “Now for a good night’s rest” | 64 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Favorite Corner, Female Dormitory | 80 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Men’s Shower Baths | 96 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Female Showers and Wash Room | 96 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Men’s Dining Room | 112 |
| “The small dark door leads down under the sidewalk and saloon.” San Francisco Free Flop of Whosoever Will Mission | 128 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Women’s and Children’s Dining Room | 144 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Male Dormitory | 184 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Female Dormitory | 184 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Fumigating Chambers—loading up | 192 |
| Municipal Lodging House, New York City: Fumigating Chambers—sealed up | 192 |
| “I would have continued to ride on the top as less dangerous, if I had not been brutally forced on to the rods” | 268 |
| “I finally reached a point where I was hanging onto the corner of the car by my fingers and toes” | 268 |
| Riding a Standard Oil car | 272 |
| “After becoming almost helpless from numbness by coming in contact with the frozen steel shelf of the car I stood up and clung to the tank” | 272 |
| A sick and homeless boy with his dog on guard. He is sleeping on a bed of refuse thrown from a stable, with an old man lying near him | 288 |
| Waiting to crawl into a cellar for a free bed, unfed, unwashed. Fully clothed they spend the night on board bunks, crowded like animals | 320 |
