The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-08-07
BY STERLING BOWER.

street looked all alike, top to bottom,
front to back.
Behind the row lay a large dumping
ground where cinders were shoulder
ing. In front lay the pavement, where
once in while romping child was
killed or hurt by speeding delivery
truck
Peter Swisky was coming home
roaring drunk at ten o'clock at night
He lived with Mrs. Swisky in the
eleventh house from Joseph Campau
avenue, known as Joe Campau avenue.
In his hip pocket quart OF moon
shine was gurgling at every step. At
Joe Campau he began counting: one,
two, three, four. AT the sixth
house he tripped on a crack in the
sidewalk, losing count. Arriving be-
fore the eleventh house, he was count
ing ten. So Swisky swerved in at
the twelfth house, the home of Mr..
and Mrs. Charles Petosky.
Hello, hello my friends" Swisky
said to the Petoskys, walking in with
out knocking, thinking he was home.
You're always welcome to Pete
Swisky's house, always welcome, yes
sir. Have drink"
Petosky and his wife began laugh
ing.
Where have you been, Pete, to get
all steamed up like his?"-Petosky
winking at his wife.
"OI met an old friend. His father
knew my father in Posen. Where's
my wife ?"-Swisky sitting down, put
ting whisky bottle on parlor table.
Get the glasses, Charlie"
81 suppose she's in bed Mrs. Pc
tosky said.
81 suppose So" Swisky said. 81
suppose So"
The Citizens Furnishing Company
had sold the Petoskys, the Swiskys
furniture sets just alike for $40 down,
$40 a month. Virgin Mary's picture
in color, bleeding heart showing, was
hanging in each house. Mrs. Petosky
moving to the neighborhood first, had
later helped Mrs. Swisky in selecting
furniture, settling. Swisky was feel
ing magnanimously, magnificently at
home. Helping PetoslKy carry glasses,
he fell, staggering against chair,
breaking rung with foot.
What do we care about a chair?-
out of the way, you!"-Swisky kick
ing chair into corner.
Mr.. and Mrs. Petosky were looking
at each other specifically, Mrs. Pc
tosky venturing: "They cost three
dollars apiece"
what do we care for three dol
lars? Ha! Have a drink"
dri1Eisky, Petosky were sittgtnagg dpXEgg
grimaces at lbs Wife.
get my wife up" Swisky said to
Mrs. Petosky. you and she can sing
to my friend Charlie and me. Ha!
Sing about the soldier that fell in love
with the girl. Get her up. get her up.
Its too late. Let her Sleep" Mrs.
Petosky said mildly.
I'VE don't have to get up till five
thirty, Anna. It's only ten now,
Petosky told her, washing down big
drink, shuddering, smacking lips.
"Ah!-fne whisky, Swisky! Where
did you get it?"
Down to Mikes. He trusted me
for it."
Mrs. Petosky said: "Well, you two
can make fools of yourselves if you
want to. I'm going to bed"
"Ha-ha-ha!" - Swisky laughing.
That's right Let the women go to
bed. That's where they look best
Hey, Charlie? A woman looks best
in bed. Sure! You're right. You
go to bed. You wait for Charlie
Don't got to sleep. No! Charlie, he'll
be along pretty soon, all happy like
me. Whee! Have a drink"
Mrs. Petoslzy, standing in the door
was looking back angrily at her hus
band, motioning to him to leave
Swisky, jerking head sidewide toward
bedroom, Whispering: tits late. You
won't be able to get up in the morn
ing"--scowling impatiently.
Petosky motioned her away.