The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1934-02-23
Try BY NAT HONG

could she take it out on?
One day Joe found himself with !
out any days work a week at all.
Cornelia's irritableness became
worse. Joe didn't blame her. "a
strappin' man like me, layin'
around the house all day"
After the futile shape-up each
morning, Joe took to stayisg away
from the house until nightfan.
Hanging around the street corner
and the park, hell of a thing for
an able man to be doing instead
of acknowledging, but it was bet
ter than incessant pickering with
Cornelia. Coming home in the
evening was hard enough. 1t made
YOU swallow hard to hear Little
Joe squalling. "a hell Of dad
YOU have, poor kid. Can't even
give you the things you ought to
be havin."
His coming home would be the
signal for Cornelia's pent-up feel
ings to burst. "Loafin' all day, /
suppose. It's ashamed of yourself
YOU ought to be. Me weanin' the
| baby, and workin' myself to the
bone, rubbin,' and scrubbin'. Just
look at me. Look at me! It's an
old woman Pm becomin'." 1t
would end in flood of hysterical
tears on her part, and a half
hearted attempt by Joe to comfort
her. It'll be all right soon. The
papers say ="
"The papers, the papers, you're
always talkin' about the papers!
Look at me, an the little one; may
be the papers tell you what to do
about thatl"
The first real quarrel came when
Cornelia said she was going to
take in washing.
"There'll be none of that in my
house." Numbered Joe. "Me own
wife workin'! I wont have it, d'you
hear!"
Cornelia went to Father Donlan
with all her trouble. There, there"
the priest would say, "the papers
say -" Cornelia didn't shout
: at him like she did at Joe when he
mentioned the papers.
St. Agatha's church and Father
Donlan led to the second big quar-
rel between Joe and Cornelia. Joe
stopped going to the church. There
was little of rebellion in this; he
simply lost interest in everything
A fat lot of good your Father
DOMAINS done us, and the Others
too," he shouted when the fought
|, about it. "You runnin' to him
every day; and what does it ge
! US, if you please?"
Blasphemin'! 1t was too mucI
: for Cornelia. She ran out of tn,
! house crying. Poor blissful, ignor
+ ant Little Joe lay in her arms.
Cornelia stayed that night witt
the Rooneys, the first time sh
- had been away from Joe.
Q Father Donlan did something TO
Cornelia one day. He spoke to
Paddy Connery at the Democratic
? Club, who spoke to somebody else
and Joe had Job with a paviny
4 gang. It paid a dollar a day, Blu
e it smoothed things over for a littl
. while. And Cornelia. she was al
n most like the old Connie again.
s Joe went away early one morn
:. ing but was soon back. "What'
!. the matter" asked Cornelia.
1 Strike. The men struck. A
! dollar a day for work like that
I'm not blamin' them"
a "And you quit your job, wha
with Father DOMAINS tryin' fo
, you, and Paddy Connery an al
3 Mary, mother Of God -"
> "I'm sorry. But Joe Gears n
a man to take the bread out of othe
mems mouths. I had to quit, tn
o same as the rest"
$. Cornelia put her shawl on, lite
e the baby in her arms, and suannme
p the door. "God forgive you'll T.
r not be comm back"
"a Joe sat for hours, dazed. "Air,
must have some air." He wake
l. out of the house, into the SUM
e. street. He sought his old haun
It Herself has left me-" he told IL
# bartender.
Pm sure 1 don't know what IL
e worlds comm to-" said the bal
1t tender. In the morning Joe LEI
D. the speakeasy, sobered up now.
In q daze Geary walked alon
'! the waterfront of West st. f
h. had walked here proudly once.
It cOmmotion lifted him from hi
a. daze.
ID He saw a long, straggly line
people, marching and raising the
Re voices high. BREAD" they shoutt
le "Give as bread"
le Jews" he heard a man sa
IN DIRTY Russian Jews"
70 Geary looked intently at tn
a marchers.
l. They were not "Jews," and VIII
" if they were? They were long
Dr. shoremen, like himself. Wom'
lie marched with them, and childrt
u too A