The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1928-11-09

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swing. He walks through the entire
length Of the room and stops at his
favorite spot from where he could
see every one of the workers, sitting
down at his work-either table or
machine. He stands and stands
there and looks at you, at every
movement you make. You get ner-
vous; it is so strenuous to work and
be conscious of someone standing up
there and watching you continually
all day long.
YOU could think of so many things.
The work is monotonous, and
your mind works; at least you did
not sell your mind for those SIS a
week!
But. in the middle of your
dreams you catch the angry glance
of the forelady. And then comes her
angry voice: "You sit there and fall
asleep; you don't give out any work
at all today" You bend down again
and continue your work. Your back
hurts you. II would give away half
of my life to get up from this place,
jump like child" you think the
next minute. You look out of the
window: What a beautiful day
outside; the sun shines brightw
please do your work, don't look at
the window" you hear a voice again,
cor better go and do some examin-
ing"
You stand up, glad of the chance
to get up. Yes, you will do some
examining. Here comes a pile of
black sweaters, and after two or
three hours everything around is
black. You look out of the window
again: docs the sun really shine
as bright as before 2" You stand
and stand, one hour, two hours, three
hours-you cannot count by hours
any more, you count minutes. In
the corner there stands high chair.
What temptation! You walk over,
grab the chair, like a thief, to make
sure that no one should see it, and
sit down quietly. Half an hour later
Mr. B. appears from his watching
post, walks right to the forelady,
and you hear rough sarcastic voice
that says: "Look, Beatrice is sitting
down; if she is tired already, she
may Just as we'll go home and stay
there"
And so the whole day. You feel
so tired that you can hardly wait
till six o'clock. Finally the bell
rings. Hungry, broken physically
and mentally you hurry home. Il
The subway where you could hardly
breathe. Quickly you get through
with supper. At seven you start for
school. "You are so stupid" you
can almost read in the mind of your
teacher. Yes, you are stupid. Your
tired mind refuses to work; it has
done its full days work and cannot
do any more.
At eleven you are finally at home
You will have to do some homework
for tomorrow night. But time flies
so quickly! 1t is twelve! Your head
is so heavy, your eyes are closing,
and into your mind flashes the
though: "You have to get up so
early tomorrow" Fatigue is stronger
than any voice of reason that tells |
you to study English.
AND so all week. Saturday. 1t is
"A the only evening when you are
free from all cares and duties and
don't feel even like busying yourself
with studies. On Sunday morning
you must do some homework. In
the afternoon, if the weather is nice,
you want to see nature in the day
time, which you have not seen since
last Sunday. Concerts, theatre
meetings-you have to choose be-
tween them and the duty of studying
English for Monday. You are so
young and thirsty for life in spite
of the fact that you are green
horn"
And again you recall the words
that every American will point out
to you the minute YOU come to the