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"Jist take the corners like this," suiting the action to the word, "and give a shake like this, and pile them on top o' one another like this," and with that she turned to her own "shaking" and resumed gossip with her side-partner, another old woman, who was roundly denouncing the "trash" that was being thrust upon her as table-mates, and throwing out palpable insults to the "Ginnies" who stood vis-
"You certainly have not," I said emphatically. "I goes on the stage just because I starts to cuss a dog I owns one day," said Blister. "It's the year they pull off one of these here panic things, and believe me the kale just fades from view! It you borrow a rub-rag, three ginnies come along to bring it back when you're through.
With the experience of the rest of Mulberry Street before it, it foresaw its doom if the Dago got a footing there, and within a month of the moving in of the Gio family there was an eruption of the basement volcano, reënforced by the sanitary policeman, to whom complaint had been made that there were too many "Ginnies" in the Gio flat.
"You'se the stillest white man I ever see. I'se callin' you Still Jim in my mind. Pretty quick whites and colored folks can't get no jobs no more in this country. Just Bohunks and Wops and Ginnies. Can you watch the drill one minute while I gits a drink?" Jim nodded and glanced up at the red spider web that was dotted clear to the eighteenth floor with black dots of workmen.
"It must be pretty hard for even the Italian Squad to tell all these fellows apart, Tom," said Bobbie, as they stood on the corner by one of the stalls. "Sure, lad. All Ginnies look alike to me. Maybe that's why they carve each other up every now and then at them little shindigs of theirs. Little family rows, they are, you know.
I figger they ain't a gazabo on the track can hand it to me. "One mawnin' there's a bunch of us ginnies settin' on the fence at the wire, watchin' the work-outs. Some trainers 'n' owners is standin' on the track rag-chewin'. "A bird owned by Cal Davis is finishin' a mile-'n'-a-quarter, under wraps, in scan'lous fast time.
On being assured that we had not, she proceeded to establish amicable relations with the one-eyed girl and me by telling us she was glad we "weren't Ginnies, anyway." "Whatever happened to yer eye?" inquired the other crone of my companion. Unresentful of the blunt inquisitiveness, the girl responded cordially with her little story glad, apparently, to have a listener.
"'I have a piece of advice for you, Mr. Jones, he says. His voice ain't cheerful neither. It goes right into my gizzard. I turns and looks at him. 'Keep that horse blistered from now on! says the colonel. "Some ginnies is in the weighin'-room under the stand, 'n' hears it all. That's how I gets my name." "Hello, ole Four Eyes!" was the semi-affectionate greeting of Blister Jones.
"Youse gets six cents an hour overtime, and youse 'll be mighty glad to make that exter money!" Mrs. Mooney glared viciously at the interlopers. "Yes, and if it wasn't for the likes of yez Ginnies that 'll work for nothing and live in pig-pens, the likes of us white people wouldn't have to work nights."
'Who was caretaker for the horse Friendless when he was racing? he asks some of the ginnies. "'Duckfoot Johnson, says the whole bunch at once. "'Send for him, says the colonel. "'I's hyar, boss, says Duckfoot, from the back of the crowd. "'Come and look this horse over, says the colonel. "'I done looked him over befo', boss, says Duckfoot, when he gets to the colonel.
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