The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-03-31

on living" muttered the fat one with
a reproachful shake of the head. He
vas really unpleasantly affected. OH!
what misery
A SURPRISE
lie strobe over TO the window TO
III call to his furniture remoyers be-
low. He wanted to get the evict on
over as quickly as possible He
opened the window and leaned out.
What the deuce was happening?
He saw with amazement that the
appearance Of the yard had altered.
First it had been empty: now it was
full of excited women, vigorously adj
dressing his porters. The latter did
not appear to be opposing them very
much. Some of the women were
watching the window when his head
emerged.
That's the fellow"
Hundreds Of faces looked up at
him.
"Out with the swine. get away
from the window, bloody jailer -.
skunk"
"He ought to be ashamed to take
on such a job!"
He stepped back in alarm. Good
God! the whole building was in an
uproar ,.. What did the people
want Of him? Perhaps it would have
been better If he had brought a po-
liceman - that's what one gets for
being good natured!
He looked about in indecision. The
sick child at his feet still moaned
quietly; she probably had high fever;
perhaps was hardly conscious.
Chuck the bastard out"
He gave a start, and hearing, quite
close, the long-drawn screech of the
women, he ducked involuntarily Per-
haps they will throw stones? If only
he were out Of this. But now it was
impossible for him to pass through
the crowd. He heard footsteps
coming up the steps.
They are coning!" he whispered
to himself.
The footsteps came ever nearer.
Many pushing, threatening footsteps.
From the landing, where the sob
bing woman was standing with her
child, came deep, masculine voice:
Never mind, Mrs. Kruger, don't be
afraid. Just let us pass through"
The door was opened. The fat man
clutching his briefcase stood trem-
bling near the window. His short
fiabby neck was swollen, his veins
stood out like red bands, and his
mouth was half open with excite
ment.
He was faced by broad shoulder
ed worker, about thirty live, but with
hair already going grey The worker
turned towards the sick girl. Some
thing was passing in bis expression
less face. His thin lips contracted.
The three furniture removers of the
court bailiff followed him into the
room.
Something about the grave coun-
tenance facing him seemed TO pacify
the fat man. This was a leader; he
evidently possessed authority here.
Bowling slightly, the marshall took
a step towards him.
"Bendovsky Is my name. Ben
dovsky," he repeated politely. "Just
listen to me, sir. Il am awfully sorry
and upset myself especially seeing
the child here. no. terrible. What
times we live in! But let me try
and convince you, please, that I have
no other course" He fumbled ex-
citedly in his briefcase and pulled
out typewriter sheet of paper.
he APPEALS TO PORTERS
The worker cut him short with a
quick movement of his hand. "All
very well. you know what you are
doing -. man who accepts such
jobs from Scoundrels, must be one
himself" He spoke without looking
at the fat man. then turned to the
porters behind him:
But you y you are proletarianS,
the same as US. They offer you a
few cents and make you into enc
mics Of your own class. Look round,
comrades. The man has been I'M
employed for two years. He is con-
sumptive and so gets no unemploy-
ment insurance. The girl has been
Ill for over year The four people
living here get every month 80 marks
from the Public Assistance Commit
tee, and a bottle of lysol from the
ConSurptiye Department. Two
months ago they pumped the lysol
out Of the mans stomach. That al
most finished him. He tries to earn
a few cents in the market. This
hole costs him Is marks a month.
and they live on the remaining 7
marks which includes all luxuries
and summer holidays. Now let's see
whether you still have the courage
to carry them rags and sticks and
put the sick child in the street. Try.
and Wen show youl" without
looking round he turned, and went
out OF the room.
Ito Be ContinneSf)