The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-03-05

THE boss had told him he through. That was
last night. And now, as he was looking over
the Help Wanted advertisements, he still think
ing of it. He through. And he going to
ask for raise the very next week. Now he was
through He had mumbed few questions to
why he should be fired. Overhead. Slack. Elk
penses Curt That was funny word. Something
about young wanted in printing shop. He
had always wanted to work in printing shop or
publishing house. Where words were printed. He
thought that he would like it. He folded the paper
tucked it under his arm, pulled his cap little over
his eyes, turned his coatcollar up his right shoulder
bullying out, he started walking against the singing
hail-rain-snow fury that was driving diagonaly
against him.
He arrived at the printing shop. Wiped the snow
from out the crevices of his eyes and nose. He
saw about twenty thirty young men like
himself waiting in front of the entrance, stamping
up and down, blowing their fingers, waving their
arms, massagng their ears, moving, stamping,
blowing, grunting to keep He fell in with
the group and waited. After twenty minutes some
showed up. No, it was not the boss. They were
told they'd have to wait few minutes more before
the boss came. Ten minutes after nine the boss
came. The boss opened the door and told them not
to crowd. They would all be interviewed. He again
warned them against crowding. Someone shouted
something about getting in and warming himself.
The rest of the crowd sh-h'd him down. The boss
singled out four of the young nearest the door.
Each one of them slowly removed his hat and fol-
lowed the boss in. The door shut. Those out
side tried as hard as they could to keep with
less gusto. He wondered if he would be taken in
with the next group The door opened. One of the
boys came out He thumbed his and hurried
away grunt of disgust followed him. The sec
ond fellow came out. He leered He'd never work
for that price Not he A voey of verbal dung
greeted him. Impatience. The door opened again
and the remaining two boys out. The boss
picked out three more of the young men, He
sure he'd be picked with the next group. What
would he say? Better position Advancement.
Chance for-the three boys came out. He couldn't
make out what was said Crescendo The boss
showed himself. Low muttering. He inquired if
that was right. Yes, it was right. The job was
taken. Nobody knew by whom. They questioned the
boss. 1t was taken. The boss told them to dis
perse or he would call cop
He pulled his coat little closer and walked away.
He wondered who got the job. He decided on the
first guy. That one had hurried away so knowingly
1t was nasty cold. He found himself Seventh
avenue and Twenty-seventh street. He looked up
at an amazingly square, massive building. He won
dered how many people worked there. The brass
sign told him it the largest mail order house
in the east. They always needed a lot of people
there he knew. He went around towards the en-
trance, Boys Wanted. Apply on the fourth floor.
Boys wanted BOY. He didn't want to apply for
any jobs where they asked for boys. He a
young man. He looked only at the Young Men
Wanted ads. Boy wanted Perhaps they paid well
He looked up at the building. Massive!
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor The
personnel department. Personnel He saw num-
Der of boys sitting at the table and writing. Writ