The New Yorker, October 19, 1929 P. 80
It stands at Second Avenue and Seventeenth Street, plain in structure. There are two distinct divisions of the man factory. A small, unpretentious door leads from Seventeenth Street into the Private Pavilion, where are born children whose parents can afford to pay for the delights of parenthood. A much large entrance leads from Second ave. into the region of the wards. Here, for a nominal fee, mothers get the best medical attention in New York. Ward patients are attended to by staff physicians, the pick of the city's obstreticians; they are fed and cared for, receive clinical attention as to the care of their babies, are healed and sent home for less than fifty dollars.
