The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-03-29

Tor one Gay ana III sweat what s
due me out Of his hog hide"
I'VE got to hold out on them. D
says Uncle oscar. IF We hold out
the wheat and the other foodstuF
they have got to come our way
They can be put on a starving-diet
right good. If We don't give them
no wheat they have got to make It
our price"
II think they'll take it away from
you" says. They'll most likely
send the army after you and take
the stuff without paying for it,"
"They's every bit mean enough
for to do hit" says Bills wife.
Look what they is adding in
them camps over the mountain
They make the boys git in a uniform
and them as runs away to come
home, they cut they family off from
relief, and the Red Cross won't give
them no work nor nothing to eat.
Charlie and Les got tired of being
ordered around like soldiers and
they come home, and last week
they cut they families often relief
I know it for the gods truth be-
cause Charlie was up to home last
night and told us hisself," says
Dams wife.
II see hits abound to be q war,
says Bill. Always when they is
a change Of government they have
got to have a war. Things has got
so bad till they can't git no better
without they call a war to make
the price Of things go up"
The price of things you got to
eat is already up high as that there
poplar" says Old Man Bob. Flour
has went to six and half a barrel,
and wages has gone down so you
don't git more 'un seventy-five cents
a day, or skinny slab Of meat. I
amt never seen times like this"
"You-all will have to stick to-
gether and make things better" I
says.
eve can't fight EN- all iffen they
has the guns and jails." says Bill.
They done got the best Of us lessen
something We don't know about
happens"
Il amt a-fighting none of them"
says Old Man Bob. II done got
along so far and reckon I can
make hit without no warrin' for
something / don't never eXpect To
git"
They might have a mind to make
you fight, Uncle Bob" says Bills
wife. Suppose they kill off all the
young 'uns and have to pick your"
I'm a-gitten too old and slow
like for them to poster me with any
fighting" says Old Man Bob MY
days have about gone"
you amt to old for to work on
the road for they damn charity re-
lief, and if them rich folks start a
war you won't be none too old for
a killing" says Bill. Rich folks
amt got no feelings to be hurt about
using old people for their dirty
work. They'd soon as slit your
throat as a hog if they thought they
would make money out of your
hide"
The sun rests on the peak of the
mountain. Slowly it drops behind
the line of silhouetted trees. A
whipoorvill starts its cry beside a
fence-line, and there is a cool breeze
coming through the gap and rustling
the small leaves of a locust that
stands very tall and alone in front
Of the cabin, Now, the heat Of the
day has gone, and quiet GOODNESS
comes with the short summer twi-
light. I stand up. and go towards
the steps A hound reaches out and
paws at my shoe, and then curls up
to go asleep.
Amt no need to hurry" says
Old Man Bob. Wont no bears
git you, and hit will be light enough
to find your way over the noun
tain after dark"
Il better CO." I say. 'sThey kinda
look for me a-fore dark unless I
tell them different"
So, they all tell me to come again.
and maybe We'll have game of
cards or ball game If the weather
is not too hot. go down the narrow
path between the sumac and the
briars.