In 1930, an enumerator in The Bronx asked a woman questions about her husband.
An enumerator who called at 337 East 56th Street in Manhattan reported that a blonde answered his ring, pointed wearily to the cold towel around her head, and said: "I'm in no .
One enumerator reported that she had become too depressed by the squalor she saw on Manhattan's lower East Side; another explained that her feet were killing her.