The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1934-03-02

In SpedACoSJ VA
two men were seated at table
1et us call it a speakeasy, al
though we're not thinking OF those
establishments in the Fifties in
New York with rich hangings, fine
paintings and goldfish swimming
along under the bar such as they
tell us of in vanity Fair" and
the "New Yorker" Down on Third
Avenue they refer to them just as
"place;" this was known as Tom
Delehanty's place. 1t was in the
back of a tailor shop and you went
in thru an alley alongside of the
building and raped at the door.
The walls were bare, painted green
and now very grimy, and here and
there were spots where the plas-
ter had been knocked off. The
floor was dirty and black. There
were about ten or twelve tables in
the room. They had stone tops
and the chairs were made Of heavy
rod, the same kind you see In ice
cream parlors.
It was late In the afternoon and
the place was almost empty. One
of the. men at this table, Emil
Busch, was big, nearing so, with
an untrimmed and faded straw
colored mustache.- He had on 3
frayed and dirty overcoat that was
pinned at his chest, and a black
cloth cap, with earlaps held up BY
black shiny ribbon tied in the
front, the kind you often see OF
= dock workers.
The other man was about the
' same age, but much smaller. HI
A had a round, screwed-up face will
f three or four days growth of
;, beard and weak, diffident ex-
r preston on it. He talked ener
o getically, leaning over the table
J, until his head almost touched tn
: others coat very earnest and In
?, dignant in turn. His name wa
O Jim Corcoran, little Jim Corcoral
h they called him, Two glasses o
I whiskey, partly finished, were o
the table. The bigger mans hea
0. dropped; his face was heavy an
It sullen, his eyes watery.
rs 81 work there sixteen years." h
is said. Twelve years l was cor
II ductor and / never stole one penn
IS from them. For four years
h sweep out the cars"
"Sure, you should be collectin'
70 pension for yourself" little Jim n
10 marked.
7 "Nah!" Emil snorted, with q
,e tired, hopeless gesture.
v. Maybe things will be pickin' l
d. soon and then they'll take yc
ct back.
"Tool late now, 1 think" En-
90 answered. "They make my par
~ ner, Joe Gum, do all the wor
~ He's a younger man. After ] G
! thru they made him work until
o'clock in the morning instead
gettin' thru at 6. An thew ma,
ny him work fast, so he did my wo
u too. If all the cars don't get ;
" sweeped out, they say t'hell WI
u it. Sweep them out the next nigl
My boss, Charlie Anderson, cor
no to me and says: Got to lay o
81 g; man off. The big boss says '
III have to cut down expenses q
'us down the line Then he laid l
70 off,"
CAV, it's not rightp little j
US said. Then he hunched close
ng Emil and lowered his voice.
es' read in the papers not long a
: a that they were givin' tn preside
what's his name again? :
on bonus. A bonus besides the res
; lar salary he's gettin' mind y,
a They said it was to improve
len relations with the city officis
ny But I'm thinkin' it was to gre;
aoe their palms. And maybe he h
Ies' out a good piece of it for himst
10 They weren't needin' to cut do
!. expenses then, it seems to me.
LEI. 81 look 'rond fora job. / f
there is no jobs nowhere. How
q man like me goin' to find W.
Al. when young fellows big and sire
= can't find no work."
h "You might as well stay no
IL, and not be wearin' the shoe let
m off your feet" little Jim respon'
III with sad shake of his head.
'I walk the streets day aft
day, lookin' around. Pretty s.
} my money is all gone and my Il
. lady say l have to move out
airy my room if l can't pay. The
find myself on the streets. In