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By Jack Joseph Smith
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Wasa rsmeoth, once jolly fat, Now there were lines,
thin lines of red curved up under his: even The
thing aleut’ his: eyes wasg they; were like mins, . and /
I-kmew ‘he-had fought hard to ange dee eee pee! * 166M ag
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Dé ya! see-what' I‘mear Animal? His-is-a-uselese:
cHiallange; as many challangescmay bez, butt Itres=
pect it, yet T can't support it any longer with my
own whee Coati: You see Aninall, laborers: think
toos' Alli the-times ya'' knows The protlem ia: that
am Americem worker, when he works: im the middle of
- the battering of factory sound, witich is also ax
tdiine- whem any: man could not controll being absol=
utely alone; during this tine, .maybe tem hours of
pressure extreme; the American worker dreams: fear
lous: dreame of these wlio don't work, He hates alle
Nothing im hiacmind is net! rejected’ or distroyeds
But whem the buzzer rings, ue sees: the rich with
protlems-with their wives, .and the hyppies: with ‘
preblems: im their iin ae ‘end’ ther he: goes out:
into =“? lo -can of beer and laughs es
sett _eack-repeeting work shifts’ In the morning
. for me; it was not only saan and alcohol I