The Studs Lonigan Trilogy - James T. Farrell [292]
ALBANIAN SLAIN IN WEST SIDE HOLDUP
Aged Newsdealer Shot
To Death Battling Robbers
REDS BATTLE COPS
Anarchistic Literature Seized
Patrolman O’Houlihan
Seriously Injured
Scores Arrested; Fifteen
In Hospital
MILK STRIKE RIOTS IN EAST
Scores Injured
BUS PASSENGER SHOT AS AUTOIST IN
CRASH FIRES
BLAME AGITATORS FOR MINE STRIKE
Governor Invites Inquiry
JOBLESS FATHER SLAYS FAMILY OF SIX
BANKER PRAISES HOOVER
Predicts New Boom in Next Six Months
SHOTGUN BANDITS COW 19
Get $4,000
MOVIE STAR WINS FREEDOM
Names Society Woman Correspondent
SOLOMON IMBRAY PREDICTS GREATER
CHICAGO
After Depression City Will Grow
CATHOLIC PRIEST ASSAILS SOVIET
Moscow Atheistic and Pagan
Father Dooligan Finds
Russia Unfit for Society
of Civilized Nations
“Anything in the papers, Bill?”
“Not much. A couple of holdups. And a Red riot on the west side. A cop was beaten up and taken to the hospital with a broken leg,” said Studs casually.
“They ought to put a stop to those damn Reds, starting trouble when the country has its hands full as it is. The cops aren’t even safe with them any more. I tell you, there ought to be a law against ‘em, and they ought to be put at hard labor on an island like that Devil’s Island the French got,” Lonigan said with a rising self-righteousness that drew blood to his face.
“Yes, and it says here that some university professor named Lovett has protested to the mayor against police brutality.”
“He must be an atheist. What does he want, the cops to stand there and let their legs get broken? They haven’t got any respect for law, these atheistic university professors and Reds,” Lonigan said.
Studs read the account of an interview with Solomon Imbray.
“The depression is only temporary, and the process of shrinkage and deflation of values has reached rock bottom. We can now expect and prepare for a period of expansion, during which we will know greater prosperity than we have ever known before. Of this, I am absolutely confident. And this new wave will carry Chicago forward to an unprecedented development. One day Chicago will be the queen of cities, the world over,” said Solomon Imbray today, traction magnate and one of Chicago’s leading civic spirits, in an interview granted upon his return from a visit to New York.
Umm! Guessed that, after all, he’d better hang on to his stocks and wait a bit. Imbray ought to know what he was talking about.
“As I was going to say, though, Bill, I’m sorry you missed Amos and Andy. You would have laughed yourself sick at them.” Lonigan’s belly rolled as he laughed. “They’re so much like darkies. Not the fresh northern niggers, but the genuine real southern darkies, the good niggers. They got them down to a T, lazy, happy-go-lucky, strutting themselves out in titles and with long names and honors, just like in real life.” Studs wished that his father would finish, so he could read the paper without distraction. “Amos and Andy got their taxicab now.” He laughed again. “But it won’t run. Andy elected himself president, and calls their cab The Fresh Air Taxicab Company of America. And Amos, jest like a nigger, he wants to be a president. Well, Andy, he’s the wise one anyway, he tells Amos, so Amos will be able to tell Ruby Brown about his titles, you see, he says to Amos that he, that is, Amos, can call himself Chief Mechanic’s Mate, Fixer of Auto-mobiles, and Chief Business Getter. Golly!” Lonigan chuckled; Studs pretended to listen. “Well, Amos is satisfied because he has his titles, too, but he doesn’t understand that his titles mean he must do all the work, while Andy sits on his you-know. So then, Andy tells Amos to fix the car, and Amos asks why, and Andy tells him that fixing the automobile is in his department, and it would be shameful if the president of The Fresh Air Taxicab Company of America had to fix the car like a mechanic.” Lonigan laughed. “Golly, Bill, they sure are a card.”
“I’m sorry I missed them,” Studs muttered, flipping