The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-07-08

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ing I noticed Sam Cafy, a
fellow painter He didn't belong to
my gang, so we only met during
our lunch time While washing
hands he cussed the painters for
being such lazy loafers that instead
Of bringing a plank, they sat down
on the cold cement floor, in all
kinds of dirt.
"C'mon," he yelled, help me,
somebody. III bring a good long
plank. you sons of --."
Being new man in the shop,
I jumped up right away and the
two of us went to look for plank.
He asked me my name.
My names Sam" he said.
These sons of - are lazy,
they wouldn't move for cent if
the devil didn't chase 'en. We get
the same lunch-time they do an
still we got to serve their behinds,
the bunch of sons of ---. Yes
terday one of the poles Of the
clcthes-rack busted because they
hung so much stuff on it. All the
clothes fell to the floor, and they
left EN- there sooner than make
another rack. had to fix that, too.
It's true that the whole thing is
only two poles and a plank and
couple of nails. but they're too lazy
even for that, these sons of -"
THE FOREMAN
The foreman? He keeps himself
apart and goes down to eat in
cafeteria with a few of his yes
men. He DOESN'T care about such
things His only concern is that
each man should finish 80 windows
Gay. He doesn't care if his work
men cat on dungheap. He's right
toe, il the workers themselves don't
care. Sam told me he was "oyer
there" and fought on the French
front in 1917-1S-he was a corporal
- "hcncrablv discharged - that's
WIZ he can't put up with such
mess even now.
Fine" says I, we're buddies
then" for I was a soldier, too, in
the World War. So We became
friends.
A few days afterwards 1 was
teamed up with Sam, and while the
Job lasted on the building we
rainted the ceilings of rooms and
kitchens together. Sam spoke of
the front all the time, and Of
course I came back with my own
eXner- enco1; 50 soon we were
pointed out as the "soldier-paint-
eys' when We came down to lunch.
AFTER this job we parted He
n and worked for different
hess and we met only Wednesday
evenings at the Union meetings.
Slows the soldier?" he greeted
me invariably.
Very well, Corporal" was my
uspel answer.
never spoke up at the union,
iu1t sat there quietly smoking his
pipe. IF I sat next to him, he some
times burst out in criticism of the
po,.ticiars or of the membership
who. instead of driving them out,
only offered lip service against the
Union geng3ters, walking up and
down in the enteroom.
''Gosh Why didn't they come
along to the front? Why didn't
they face the German machine
GUNS, these heroic gangsters and
these g-mouthed politicians"
This was the only comment 1 ever
heard from him at meeting. Even
then the chairman waved him
down, saving that he was out of
order. Sam sat down in a fury,
though sonse of the members, turn
ing toward him, shouted, Hes
/, rightf'
But as things began to go badly
with us and we all felt the effects
of the FTc----- D-c-rerity, Sam be-
moro and moro gloomy. He'd
been out O. d Jop for seven months,
and he began to be sore.
Hell! If I only had my good old
gun in my hands or if I'd only laid
bv a sackful of hand grenades at
Chateau Thierry, why, how 1 could
use 'em now! Then these gangsters
and politicians wouldn't be shoot
ing of their mouths"
HES A NICE FELLOW!"
Sam was typical of the workers
who lack ass-consciousness. He
didn't hate the boss. why, he's
: a nice fellowl" He greeted us when
he came along on the job on rare
occas, ems. Sure, he'd be crazy if
he didn't insist that we finish go
wirdows day, especially since the
workers themselves we're driving
each other. They were competing
with each other to be kept on the
job by the foreman. Is the boss to
blame if he employs none of the
older craftsmen, but hires all the
Young Swedes? Before he puts
them on, the foreman can feel the