The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-08-14

thing in the manner Jew" Brady died
irritated him.
He couldn't forget the fumbling of
his lips, that feeble attempt to smile
after bullet has pierced his throat,
and the peculiar way his eyes bulged
out, when another bullet entered his
stomach. Then the way he finally
Strengthened up, reeled around and
toppled into the gutter. For a few
seconds his body heaved. and then
for the last time he Strengthened out.
Rigid as log he lay there, his head
resting in a pool of blood. What a
spectacle for Maximus!
The spectre of man cheated out
of life remained stamped indelibly in
his mind, he couldn't erase it. There
was something uncanny about killing
man that Whitley never took cogniz-
ance Of. Besides it was spring. The
season when all life begins to animate
anew, and strong incentive to live
began to gnaw at his vitals.
Jesus Christ" he soliloquized, Pm
gettin' to be like an old woman
moonin' over a lausy killin'-and a
dirty slob at that. Why that bumIl
make rotten meat for the worms" At
this he forced a slight chuckle, arose
again and walked over to a table
where a fellow policeman sat and be-
gan playing a game of dominoes.
Whitley was slim and tall, almost
gawky in appearance. His bony frame
appeared much fuller covered in his
blue uniform. He was former prize
fighter, who few years ago was con-
sidered a runner up for the middle
weight championship. His narrow
head was adorned by crop of blond
hair. His nose, aften a target at which
many opponents in the ring aimed
their blows, was fiat and broken at the
bridge. Thin lips, cauIflower ears
and jaw battered out of shape by re-
peated hammering, bore evidence OF
his former profession.
LIE was toying with the white dotted
IL oblongs when a beckoning nod
from the police captain abruptly term
mated the game. He rose quickly to
his feet and buttoned his jacket. After
receiving his orders for the day he
picked up his cap on the long table,
and hurried out of side door follow
ed by dozen other blue-coated guard
ians of the law.
There was a strike of fur workers
going on, and in the district thousands
of strikers were gathering to picket
the buildings in which they formerly
worked. 1t was the sixteenth week
of the strike, and today on the first
of May they were gathering zen
masse" on their great holiday bent
upon celebrating it by making an i'm
pressive demonstration of solidarity
upon the unyielding manufacturers.
Since dawn they kept coming; hordes
Iof them. From all directions a steady
stream of workers kept flowing into
the streets.
Along the narrow sidewalks, the
strikers. divided into many groups,
walked slowly up and down the
crowded streets. In uneven process
sion they marched, heads up and feet
moving in listless shuffling. Men: old
ones, their faces hidden in boards;
other faces not yet old, some grim
aced by want, and dressed in misfit-
ting clothes, rubbed elbows with irri-
descently clothed women, whose legs
moved adroitly about in grotesquely
colored stockings. They moved, all of
them! Bright red flowers were prom
inently displayed in the lapels Of their
coats. The faces OF the strikers were
stamped by an enigmatic aversion
aimed at the greedy bosses who were
determined not to yield to their de-
mands.
At each corner police with clubs
clutched in their hands, invaded the
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