Dear Concerned Citizens,
I am writing to express my concern at the plight of the waifs and strays of New Babbage. Just today, whilst walking along Canal Street, I was appalled to see two poor wretches without leather upon their feet or a cloak upon their backs, rummaging around in the gutter for something to eat.
Surely in this modern era, if we can manage flying machines in the skies and speeding trams upon the streets, we must be capable of offering some form of assistance and well-being to those poor mites that are less fortunate than ourselves. Our beloved authorities can afford to illuminate our streets with that modern work of the Devil, known as town gas, whilst deprived and wretched gangs of young souls wander our streets aimlessly, praying that the good Lord may send them mercy in the form of a stale loaf or the remnants of a smouldering brazier.
Surely there must be some charitable organization or rich benefactor that is able to support an orphanage for the town, that could take these poor mites off the streets and provide a warm bowl of gruel to nourish their impoverished forms.
It grieves my soul to see such young improvised minors wandering our beloved town and I only pray that some aid may result.
A Troubled Friend.