The daily worker., 1933-09-07

.:Wen, now, listen, you dumb dutch
man, next time you want to come into
my office, you rap at the door, d'y'
heaE?"
Mike was burning up He wanted
to tell him to go chase himself What
right had he to cuss Mike out?
Hadn't he always walked in this way?
And hadn't Mr.. Malone always treat
red him swell? But Mike was think
ing fast A hundred things came to
his mind. All he said was: "OK., Mr..
Malone, you're d boss"
| Malone scrawled his name on one
tof the time -tickets and passed it
back to Mike Mike took a good look
at the guy who was sitting on the side
of the desk. The guy was watching
oNIr.e Malone sign the time ticket and
he didn't see Mike look hard at him
Mike had a good chance to look him
over Mike spotted him right away.
He was new hand they had hired in
the preserving room.
Mike took the ticket and walked
slowly to the door. AS he was al
most out, he caught part of what
Malone was saying: "It's all right
he's too dumb to know what it's all
about, and he didn't. :"
Too dumb, heh? Mike reached the
| door. There were so many things
in his mind that his head felt like
it would burst. He wanted to dash
back to the preserving room. Instead
he walked outside. When he got out
into the yard he turned toward the
engine room. He ran down the steps.
He breezed past one of the firemen
without saying anything and found
Fritz near the high-pressure boiler.
BreathlesSly he told Fritz what he
had heard. Fritz grabbed one of his
big paws and shook it hard.
Mike, you ole sonovagun, you're a
life saver. You've sure done us a
good, turn and we won't forget it. I'm
goin' right upstairs and tip off Jim
Mcmahon. He's the guy who got
those leaflets out. We got to figure
out what we're goin' to do right
away"
Mike felt sort Of funny. He felt
t4soTt- of warm all over just like the
time when he had saved Frank up
at Greenstone's from a bad smash
up. He didn't know what to say. He
just joked it off, and went out again
Mike wanted to see the thing
through but he had to report back
to the shop. He walked slowly along
,the-tfirt road toward the street car
AS he passed the Commercial Steel
Company he saw a middle sized fell
low walking fast up the road. Jeesuss
lsrist, it couldn't be the same guy.
Mike ran up the road. The guy
turned around. When he saw who il
was he started to run. Mike caught
up with him and grabbed him by
the back OF the collar with one OF
his big paws.
"You dirtie stul-pigeun," Mike
shouted. "I break your neck"
The rat began to holler and cry
He tried to wiggle himself free. But
he had a swell chance to get away
from Mike. All the holds that Mike
had learned came in handy. He
tripped the rat and then fell on him
He picked him up and rocked him
with a'cradle hold until he screamed
Az oSoAiy. IiC JoDUSN iliill III tile klQ-
ney with his elbows. He lifted him
up and threw him over his shoulder
ina neat flying mare.
i The rat hit the dirt road and LAY
there groaning. Mike picked him ur
once more. He caught him by tn,
armpits and swung him round anc
round in an airplane swing that wa.
a beaut. He turned and turned unit
the rat couldn't even holler any more
Then Mike suddenly let CO. The raj
went sailing out to the edge of the
read PUNK into pool OF muddy
water. Nike picked him up again BY
the scruff OF the neck, smeared his
face in the puddle of water, and
kicked him UP the road.
Don efeIc cum back" Mike hol-
Tered at him. The rat ran up the road
almost as fast as q scared guy in q
tWo-reel comedy.
Mike picked up his tools and swag
gered up the road. singing in his ole
loudmouth way. He was beginning tc
understand some of the things that
Hen had told him so many times.