The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-12-08

A NEW
NOVEL
Gfo. ea.l-ir

Copyright. 1925, by Upton sinciair)
The great man sat at his fat ma
hogany desk, as clear Of papers as
the prevailing superstition required.
1t appeared as If captain of indus
try had not thing to do but grin at
college boy, and gossip about the
boys mistress and his own. But
when Bunny remarked, "Mr. Ros-
coe, l came to see you here because
want to talk to you about the new
wage scale" And in a flash the
smile went off the magnate's face,
and It seemed as If even the fat
went off his jaws. If you have
thought Of him as a mixture Of gen.
iality and buffoonery, this is the
time for you to set yourself straight,
along with Bunny, and all other
rebels against the American system.
Bunny started to tell about the
way the men felt and the trouble
that was brewing; but Mr.. Roscoe
stopped him. "Listen here, Jim
Junior, and save a lot of breath.
know everything the men are say
ing, and everything that Bolshevik
bunch up there is teaching them.
get confidential report every week.
l know about your friend, Tom Ak
ton. and your Paul Watkins, and
your Eddie Piatt, and your Bud
Stoner,e and your lick Duggan-I
could tell you all you know. and
lot that would surprise YOU"
Bunny was taken aback, as the
other had intended. Jim Junior"
he continued, you're a bright boy,
and you'll get over this nonsense,
and l want to help you over It'll
might save you a lot of suffering,
and also your father, that's the salt
OF the earth. I've been in this
world thirty or forty years longer
than you, and I've learned lot that
you don't know, but some day you
will. Your father and the rest OF us
are running the oil industry, we got
here because we know how, and
that's real thing, by Jees, and not
just lot of words. But some other
fellers want to kick US out. and
think all they got to do is to make
speeches to oil workers and set
them to raising hell--but let me
tell you, kiddo, it's going to take a
lot more than that"
Eyes, Mr.. Roscoe, but that's not
the point"
Pardon me, but It Is. Let's cut
out the hokum-just say to your
self that I've been sitting in at the
arguments of that Bolshevik bunch
of yours. Do they mean to take the
industry away from me and your old
man, or don't they?"
well. they may think that ulti-
mately-"
yes, exactly. And so far as I'm
concerned, the time to stop the ulti-
mately is now. And tell you that
if any sons-of-b-- imagine they're
going to live OF my wages while
they're getting ready to rob me,
they're mistaken; and II they find
themselves in the jute mill at San
Quentin, they're not going to get my
money to bail them out"
That was a center shot, and Yer
non Roecoe was looking Bunny
straight in the eye. "Jim, Junior,
know all the fine idealistic phrases
them fellers use on you. It's all
lovely and sweet and for the good
of humanity-but they know that's
all bait for suckers, and II you could
hear them laughing at you behind
your back. you'd realize how you're
being used. What l tell you is, you
better get on your own side of the
fence before the shooting begins"
as there going to be shooting. Mr..
Roecoe?"
That's up to your Bolshevik
friends. We've got what we want,
and they're going to take it away
from u.s.
1--WE needed the oil workers dur
ing the war, Mr.. Roscoe, and we
made them promises" /
Pardon me, kiddo-we didn't
make any promises at ALL A god
damn long-faced, snivelling college
professor made them for us, and
we're done with that bunk for good!
We've got business man for presi-
dent, and we're going to run this
country on business lines. And let
me tell you for one, I'm god-damn
sick of having to buy labor leaders,
and I can think of cheaper ways to
manage It,"
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