The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-12-23

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Copyright. 1925, by Upton sinclair,

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Copyright 1926, by Upton sinclaIr.)
So the time passed pleasantly.
Until at last Wee had got to feel
perfectly at home in her Apples
conception of royalty; she no longer
had to ask questions, nor to stop
and think, but knew instantly what
to do-and forever after, in all her
entrances to and exits from Holly
wood society she would be little OF
a Harvard instructors Princess OF
Patchouli. She was impatient now,
wanting to see the sets, and to hear
Tommy Paley call, 'Cameral"
Bunny also was loaded up with an
= swers to all possible exam ques-
tions, and ready to get back and un-
load them on his professors. Dad
had run down to Toronto, and signed
the last of the papers for his Cana
dian corporations; he had kilograms
from Verne almost every day-the
strikers, having held out for nearly
four months, had learned their les
son, and the Federal Oil Board had
written them a letter, advising them
to go back to work as individuals,
and promising there would be no
discrimination against union men.
Then one day the steamer brought
telegram signed Annabelle, adj
dressed to Bunny, and reading,
Spring lamb for dinner, come on
home" He explained what that
meant, the strike was over; and SO
the occupants Of the camp packed
up, and Mr.. Appleton Laurence went
back to his fair Harvard, with woe
in his heart and packet of immor-
tai sonnets in his suitcase, while
Wee and Dad and Bunny and the
secretary made themselves luxurious
In compartments on a Canadian
Pacific train bound west
CHAPTER XVI.
The Killing.
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Bunny passed his examinations.
and was duly established as =
grave old senior" in Southern Pa
cific University. And then he hunt
ed up his friends-and such a load
of troubles as fell onto his shout
ders! Literally everybody had
troubles! Rachel and Jacob Men
zies had come back from their sum
mer's fruit picking, to find their two
younger brothers, the 'left wing
ers," in the county jail. The police
had raided a Communist meeting
and arrested all the speakers, and
the organizers, and the literature
sellers, and all who had red badges
in their buttonholes. They had
raided the Communist headquarters
determined, so the newspapers an
nounced, to root every Moscow agent
out of the city. They had sorted
the prisoners, and fined a few, and
were holding the rest, including the
Menzies boys, under that convenient
universal charge, suspicion OF Grim
inal syndicalism.'
These foolish boys had made their
own trouble, said Rachel; but still
it was an outrage to arrest people
for their beliefs; and it was tor
menting to think of your own flesh
and blood shut up in those horribie
cages. Bunny asked the bail-it
was two thousand dollars per
brother. He began explaining his
troubles with his father, and his
own impotence; and Rachel said OF
course, she understood, they couldn't
expect him to bail out the whole
radical movement. And yet that
did not entirely restore his peace Of
mind.
Then Harry Seager, whose busi-
ness college was on the rocks. The
boycott had wrecked it, and Harry
was trying to sell the debris. He
was going to buy him "a walnut
ranch; it would be harder to boy.
colt walnuts, you couldn't tell the
red" ones from the white!
And then Dan Irving, whose labor
college was in almost as bad a way.
The orgy of arrests had frightened
the old line labor leaders completely
off. The college was still going, but
it was in debt, and the head OF II
hadn't had any salary for several
months. Bunny wrote a check for
two hundred dollars, and went away
debating the question that never
would be settled-to what extent
had he right to plumber his father
for the benefit of his fathers enc.
mics?
From Irving he learned that Paul
had got out Of jail, and was In Angel
City, together with Ruth. 1t was
dirty deal the oil workers had got,
said Don; the operators had made
one last use Of the oil board, to
trick the men into a complete sur
render. They had promised the oil
board there would be no discrimina-
ton against union men, but they
had never had the least intention Of