The St. Johns herald., 1922-08-31

in good hard money I've made sweatin'
 in machine shop up there in Chi
 cago; but if this is the kind of educa-
 tiOn I'm a-gunna git, I better 20 on back there. You call this a square de bate, do you%
 He advanced toward the chairmsn's platform, shaking a frantic fist. ''Well.
 if you do, you got another think cOmin', my capitaliS' frien'l You went and give out the question whether it's right fer Choimuny to go through Bel gium; and what do you do fer the ChOimun side? You pick out this here big stif'-he waved his passionate hand at the paralyzed Ramsey-"you pick out boob like that fer the ChO- nun side, poor fish that gifts stage fright so bad he don't know whether he's talkin' or dead; or else he fakes it: because he's a speaker so bum it looks more to me like he was faking. You git this big stiff to fake the Choi- nun side, and then you go and stick up gOil agains' him that's got brains and makes a pacifls' argument that wins the case agains' the Choimuns like cuttin' through hog lardI But you ain't a-gunna git away with it, mister. Lemme tell you right here and now. l may be a mix blood, but I got some Choimun in me with the rest what i got, and before you vote on this here question you gotta hear a few wOids from somebody that can talkl This whole war is a capitalis' war, Belgium as much as ChOimuny, and the United States is sellin' its soul to the capitalis' right now, tell you, takin' sides agains' Choimuny. Orders fer explosives and ammunition and guns and Red Cross supplies is comin' into this country by the millions, and the capitalis' United States is fat al- ready on the blood of the workers of Europel Yes, it is, and I'll have my say, you boorjaw faker, and you can hammer your ole gavel to pieces at mer
 He had begun to shriek; moisture fell from his brow and his mouth; the scandalized society was on it's feet, moving nervously into groups. Evil dently the meeting was about to dis integrate. ''Tll have my sayI" the frenzied Linsld screamed. "You try to put up this capitalis' trick and work fake to carry over this debate agains' Choimuny, but you can't work it on me, femme tell you I'll have my sayl''
 The outraged chairman was wholly at loss how to deal with the "un- precedented situation"-so he defined it, quite truthfully; and he continued to pound upon the desk, while other clamors began to rival Linski's; shouts of 'Put him out l" "OrderP "Shut up, Freshman l" "Turn hlm over to the sOphOmores P'
 'This meeting is adjournedT bel lowed the chairman, and there was a thrOnging toward the doors, while the frothing Linsh asseverated: "Pm a-gonna git my say, tell youI I'll have my say! I'll have my say!"
 He had more than that, before the | hour was over. A moment after he | emerged from the building and came | out, still hot, upon the cool, dark | campus, he found himself the center | of a group of his own classmates whom he at first mistook for sopho- | mores, such was their manner.
 .. As this group broke up a few minutes later, youth running to join | it, scenting somewhat of interest, de- | tained one of those who were depart l ing.
 "What's up7 What was that squeal- ingT
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