U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [531]
and now today
-435-walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth sud-denly round a bend in the road beyond a little pond and yel owtwigged wil ows hazy with green you see the Cordage huge sheds and buildings companyhouses al
the same size al grimed the same color a great square chimney long roofs sharp ranked squares and oblongs cut-ting off the sea the Plymouth Cordage this is where another immigrant worked hater of oppression who wanted a world unfenced when they fired him from
the cordage he peddled fish the immigrants in the
dark framehouses knew him bought his fish listened to his talk fol owing his cart around from door to door you ask them What was he like? why are they scared to talk of Bart scared because they knew him scared eyes narrowing black with fright? a barber the man in the little grocerystore the woman he boarded with in
scared voices they ask Why won't they believe? We knew him We seen him every day Why won't they believe that day we buy the eels?
only the boy isn't scared
pencil scrawls in my notebook the scraps of recol ec-tion the broken halfphrases the effort to intersect word with word to dovetail clause with clause to rebuild out of mangled memories unshakably (Oh Pontius Pilate) the truth
the boy walks shyly browneyed beside me to the sta-tion talks about how Bart helped him with his homework
-436-wants to get ahead why should it hurt him to have known Bart? wants to go to Boston University we
shake hands don't let them scare you
accustomed the smokingcar accustomed the jum-ble of faces rumble cozily homelike towards Boston through the gathering dark how can I make them feel how our fathers our uncles haters of oppression came to this coast how say Don't let them scare you how make them feel who are your oppressors America
rebuild the ruined words worn slimy in the mouths
of lawyers districtattorneys col egepresidents judges without the old words the immigrants haters of oppression brought to Plymouth how can you know who are your betrayers America
or that this fishpeddler you have in Charlestown Jail is one of your founders Massachusetts?
NEWSREEL LXV
STORM TIES UP SUBWAY; FLOODS AND LIGHTNING
DARKEN CITY
Love oh love oh careless love
Like a thief comes in the night
ONLOOKERS CRY HALLELUJAH AS
PEACE
DOVE LIGHTS; SAID TO HAVE
SPLIT $100,000
-437-CRASH UPSETS EXCHANGE
Chicago Nipple Slump Hits Trading On Curb
Bring me a pillow for my poor head
A hammer for to knock cut my brains
For the whiskey has ruined this body of mine
And the red lights have un me insane
FAITH PLACED IN RUBBER BOATS
But I'l love my baby til the sea runs dry
This Great New Searchlight Sunburns You Two Miles
Away
Till the rocks all dissolve by the sun
Oh ain't it hard?
Smythe according to the petition was employed testing the viscosity of lubricating oil in the Okmulgee plant of the com-pany on July 12, 1924. One of his duties was to pour benzol on a hot vat where it was boiled down so that the residue could be examined. Day after day he breathed the not unpleasant fumes from the vat.
One morning about a year later Smythe cut his face while shaving and noticed that the blood flowed for hours in copious quantities from the tiny wound. His teeth also began to bleed when he brushed them and when the flow failed to stop after several days he consulted a doctor. The diagnosis was that the benzol fumes had broken down the wal s of his blood vessels. After eighteen months in bed, during which he slept only under the effect of opiates, Smythe's spleen and tonsils were removed. Meanwhile the periodic blood transfusions were re-sorted to in an effort to keep his blood supply near normal. In al more than thirty-six pints of blood were infused through his arms until when the veins had been destroyed it was necessary to cut into his body to open other veins. During the whole time up to eight hours before