The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-09-23

Nazi. How silly"
 You're learning the lesson," Joe said.
 He was taking her to a ball game and he wore his team uni- form. Joe was a member of the plant nine, and today two of the departments were playing a sand- lot game.
 Sue Mary sat on the grass with wives and children watching the game. She couldn't let Joe know just how much he upset her when he criticized the TYP group. He was so big, so strong, so level-headed, that each time he said such things she was overcome with doubts.
 He and these poys and men were Americans, too. That was what confused her. How could two such groups, both American, have such entirely different stand ards?
 All she had to fall back on was the lessons that Vera and Nick and Natalie had taught her. These people were workers, blinded, under privileged, downtrodden. stupid. They had to be helped since they didn't know how to help themselves.
 Around her yelled the tradi- tional American baseball spirit. Hit the old horsehide," yelled little Tommy Slovack. Strike i'm out "Kill the umpire!" screamed good-natured Mrs. MaSioney.
 It was like being back in a remote but familiarly dear past. Like high school days in Spring vile, where no one thought of saving the workers, or safeguard ing American ideals from war; mongers, munitions makers, capi- talsts. Where everyone knew his neighbor and went to the polls to vote for the candidate because he was 8 man they had all known for years and years, and because he was honest.
 It was in that mood that she left Joe that evening and went back to the apartment. She felt clean and healthy with the wind and the sun lingering in her hair and on her face, and the voice of the fans ring ing in her ears. Sitting there on the grass after the game, eating some of the peanut butter sandwiches Mrs. Mahoney had. insisted she share, and drinking beer that Joe had brought along, she had cap- tured again that feeling of family unity, of safety.
 She climbed the stairs to the apartment. The door was open so the cross-ventilation could cool of the room and Sue Mary heard Vera and Natalie talking.
 Suddenly she wished she was back in her old room. Back where she knew no one, but where she could have privacy, where she could settle these doubts, these conflicting ideas alone.
 Well. I'm not worried. And I'm not going to let you get me started" Vera'S voice came to Sue Mary against the background of music from the radio. He's no more serious with her than I am with that fool Ross Clark, Jr.
 "Of course I'll use him. I'll find out everything I can. That was the plan in the beginning: I mean in going to that office to work. And it's fortunate that he's simple enough to be interested in me. I don't know how much good he'll do, but we must consider every angle, I'll pump him, and do as much undercover Investigating as I can without tipping my hand.
 And as for Nick = well, I know he's doing the same thing. It's not serious"
 Sue Mary leaned back against the wall. Her mind refused to function. It seemed that she had listened to those voices from long distance. But they were real. They were the voices of girls she knew, worked with, called her friends.
 You may be able to handle your work. I don't doubt but that you can play this Clark guy for a4A A1C WOItkls NaC6llS VOICE was amused. Then 1t sobered.
 But remember this. Nick is 8 man with emotions, with a heart, and tell you he's not doing all this just because of the work. I've watched his face when he's not conscious of anything but her. When she's there, he goes into a fog. Maybe he's tired of our sort. Maybe he's had too much femi- nine intelligence and wants 8 little old-fashioned feminine love-"
 The radio played on and the voices stopped for a while. Sue Mary tried to get her thoughts in order, but her mind was as help- less as her bodyfl She knew she couldn't have moved if anyone came along.
 She's pretty. I suppose you've noticed that" Natalie said at last. | "A man would notice it long be- fore you would. And rather help- | less. I've seen him react to that. Nick always has wanted to be