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an Italian printer of a hobo from Arkansas the language of the beaten nation is not forgotten in our ears tonight the men in the deathhouse made the old words new

before they died

If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at streetcorners to scorning men. I might have died unknown, unmarked, a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life can we hope to do such work for tolerance, for justice, for man's understanding of man as how we do by an accident. now their work is over the immigrants haters of

oppression lie quiet in black suits in the little undertaking parlor in the North End the city is quiet the men of

-463-the conquering nation are not to be seen on the streets they have won why are they scared to be seen on

the streets? on the streets you see only the downcast faces of the beaten the streets belong to the beaten nation al the way to the cemetery where the bodies of the immigrants are to be burned we line the curbs in the drizzling rain we crowd the wet sidewalks elbow to elbow silent pale looking with scared eyes at the coffins we stand defeated America

NEWSREEL LXVII

when things are upset, there's always chaos, said Mr. Ford. Work can accomplish wonders and overcome chaotic conditions. when the Russian masses wil learn to want more than they have, when they wil want white col ars, soap, better clothes, better shoes, better housing, better living conditions I lift up my finger and I say tweet tweet shush shush

now now

come come

REPUBLIC-TRUMBULL STEEL MERGER VOTED

There along the dreamy Amazon

We met upon the shore

Tho' the love I knew is ever gone

WHEAT OVERSOLD REACHES NEW HIGH

Dreams linger on

-464-the first thing the volunteer firefighters did was to open the windows to let the smoke out. This created a draft and the fire with a good thirty mile wind right from the ocean did the rest

RECORD TURNOVER IN INSURANCE

SHARES AS TRADING

PROGRESSES

outside the scene was a veritable bedlam. Wel -dressed women walked up and down wringing their hands, helpless to save their belongings, while from the windows of the upper stories there rained a shower of trunks, suitcases and clothing hurled out indiscriminately. Jewelry and bricabrac valued at thousands was picked up by the spectators from the lawn, who thrust the objects under their coats and disappeared BROKERS LOANS HIT NEW HIGH

Change al of your gray skies

Turn them into gay skies

And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon

MARKETS OPTIMISTIC

learn new uses for cement. How to develop profitable concrete business. How to judge materials. How to figure jobs. How to reinforce concrete. How to build forms, roads, sidewalks, floors, foundations, culverts, cel ars

And even tho' the Irish and the Dutch

Say it don't amount to much

Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

STARSPANGLED BANDIT GANG

ROBS DINERS

MURDER BARES QUAKER STATE

FANTASIES

Poker Slayer Praised

Poor little Hollywood Rose

so all alone

No one in Hollywood knows

how sad she's grown

-465-FIVE HUNDRED MILLIONS IN BANK DEAL

Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair And the brow that's all furrowed And wrinkled with care

I kiss the dear fingers so toil worn for me

CARBONIC BUYS IN DRY ICE

GAB MARATHON RUN FOR GOLD ON

BROADWAY

the broad advertising of the bul markets, the wide ex-tension of the ticker services, the equipping of branch brokerage offices with tickers, transparent, magnified translux stockquota-tion rol s have had the natural result of stirring up nation-wide interest in the stockmarket

POOR LITTLE RICH BOY

Wil iam Randolph Hearst was an only son, the

only chick in the richlyfeathered nest of George and Phebe Hearst.

In eighteen fifty George Hearst had left his folks

and the farm in Franklin County, Missouri, and driven a team of oxen out to California. (In fortynine the sudden enormous flare of gold had fil ed the west;

the young men couldn't keep their minds on their

plowing, on feeding the swil to the pigs, on threshing the wheat

when the fires of gold were sweeping the Pacific

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