U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [44]
"Hey, Mac, ain't you ever goin' to get waked up?" Fred Hoff, scrubbing his face and neck with a towel, was standing over him. "I want to get this place cleaned up before the gang gets here." Mac sat up on the cot. "Yare, what's the matter?" He didn't have a hangover but he felt depressed, he could tel that at once.
"Say, you certainly were stinkin' last night."
"The hel I was, Fred . . . I had a coupla drinks but, Jesus . . ."
"I heard you staggerin' round here goin' to bed like any goddam scissorbil ."
"Look here, Fred, you're not anybody's nursemaid. I can take care of myself."
"You guys need nursemaids . . . You can't even wait til we won the strike before you start your boozin' and whorin' around." Mac was sitting on the edge of the bed lacing his boots. "What in God's name do you think we're al hangin' round here for . . . our health?
""I don't know what the hel most of you are hangin' round for," said Fred Hoff and went out slamming the door.
A couple of days later it turned out that there was another fel ow around who could run a linotype and Mac left town. He sold his suitcase and his good clothes for five dol ars and hopped a train of flatcars loaded with ore that took him down to Ludlow. In Ludlow he washed
the alkali dust out of his mouth, got a meal and got cleaned up a little. He was in a terrible hurry to get to Frisco, al the time he kept thinking that Maisie might kil herself. He was crazy to see her, to sit beside her, to
-106-have her pat his hand gently while they were sitting side by side talking the way she used to do. After those bleak dusty months up in Goldfield he needed a woman. The fare to Frisco was $11.15 and he only had four dol ars and some pennies left. He tried risking a dol ar in a crapgame in the back of a saloon, but he lost it right away and got cold feet and left.
NEWSREEL VIII
Prof Ferrer, former director of the Modern School in Barcelona who has been on trial there on the charge of having been the principal instigator of the recent revolutionary move-ment has been sentenced to death and wil be shot Wednesday unless Cook stil pins faith on esquimaux says interior of the Island of Luzon most beautiful place on earth
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Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the wild kiyotes will howl over me
Where the rattlesnakes hiss and the wind blowsd free GYPSY'S MARCHERS STORM
SIN'S FORT
Nation's Big Men Await River Trip Englewood Club-women Move To Uplift Drama Evangelist's Host Thousands Strong Pierces Heart of Crowded Hushed Levee Has
$3,018
and Is Arrested
GIVES MILLION IN HOOKWORM WAR
Gypsy Smith's Spectral Parade Through South Side Red Light Region
with a bravery that brought tears to the eyes of the squad of twelve men who were detailed to shoot him Francisco Ferrer marched this morning to the trench that had been prepared to receive his body after the fatal vol ey PLUNGE BY AUTO; DEATH IN RIVER
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the Pennypackers went to the Presbyterian church
and the Pennypacker girls sang chil y shril soprano in the choir and everybody was greeted when they went into church and outside the summer leaves on the trees wigwagged greenblueyel ow through the windows and we al filed into the pew and I'd asked Mr. Pennypacker he was a deacon in the church who were the Mol y Maguires?
a squirrel was scolding in the whiteoak but the Penny-packer girls al the young ladies in their best hats singing the anthem who were the Mol y Maguires? thoughts, bul etholes in an old barn abandoned mine pits black skeleton tipples weedgrown dumps who were the Mol y Maguires? but it was too late you couldn't talk in church and al the young ladies best hats and pretty pink green blue yel ow dresses and the squirrel scolding who were the Mol y Maguires?
and before I knew it it was communion and I wanted
to say I hadn't been baptized but al eyes looked shut up when I started to whisper to Con communion was grape juice in little glasses and
little squares of stale bread and you had to gulp the bread and put your handkerchief