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Nevertheless, she hesitated, not quite sure that the moment had come. Joe's words detained her in a way no man's words had ever done before. But she thought: "I do this for him. I sharpen the edge of his editorial and drive it home. Words could never hurt Marrin but I can."
Only song I now members ez "On Jordans Banks I Stand." "Don't think dis marrin' ob whites wid blacks should be 'lowed en think eve'y culor should stay ter hits-sef." "I don't member now 'bout any stories tole back in ole times. Our white folks wuz Christians en tried ter teach us right en dey diden' tek up much time tellin' stories." INTERVIEW PATSY HYDE 504 9th Avenue N. Nashville, Tennessee
Marrin hurried in and boldly opened the office door. Billy jumped up to intercept him. "Mr. Blaine " he began. "Get out of my way!" snapped Marrin, and stepped up to Joe. Joe was brooding at his desk, brooding and writing, his dark face troubled, his big form quite stoop-shouldered. "Well," said Joe, "what's the matter, Mr. Marrin?" Marrin tried to contain his rage. He pointed his cane at Joe.
"You've made a mistake, Mr. Blaine." "It isn't the first one." "Let me tell you something " "I will let you." Marrin spoke with repression. "Next time don't attack both the boss and the men. It's bad policy. Take sides." "Oh, I did take sides," said Joe, lightly. "I'm against anything treacherous." Marrin exploded. "Well, you'll get yours! And let me tell you something!
"I'm ready for anything." "Well, Mr. Blaine, I'm the employer of one of your men. You know Jacob Izon?" "Oh, you're Mr. Marrin! Sit down." Marrin gazed about. "Unique! unique!" He sat down, and pulled off his gloves. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time. Izon's been talking, handing me your paper. It's a delightful little sheet I enjoy it immensely." "You agree with its views?"
"What!" cried Marrin, the vein on his forehead swelling. "You come in here " "To tell the girls to strike," Sally spoke louder. "For you've made the men traitors and you've blacklisted Izon." Marrin sensed the danger in the shop's quiet. "For God's sake," he cried, "lower your voice speak to me tell me in private " "I am," shrieked Sally. "I'm telling you I want the girls to strike!" He turned.
Once, in Newark, a rough of an employer had almost thrown her down the stairs, man-handling her, and while Marrin or his men would not do this, yet what method could she use to brave the two hundred and fifty people in the loft? She was quite alone, quite without any weapon save her tongue. To fail would be ridiculous and ignominious.
"And Marrin " Joe felt himself getting hot. "Has given the job to us men." "How many are there?" "Forty-five." "And the women?" "They're busy on shirtwaists." "And what did the men do?" "As they were told." "So you fellows are cutting under the strikers you're scabs." Izon clutched the chair harder. "I told them so I said, 'For God's sake, be men strike, if this isn't stopped."
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