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Updated: June 2, 2025
There was a new tone in these last words, and Jimmie quaked inwardly, and went out with a sort of hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. He rushed away to tell Comrade Stankewitz, who hugged him with delight and shouted that they would meet in France! Then he went to tell Emil Forster, who was equally glad. He found himself with an impulse to hunt up Comrade Schneider and tell him.
So Jimmie got another dose of patriotism, a heavy dose this time; for Stankewitz was all on fire with his new conviction, as full of the propaganda impulse as he had been when he called himself an "anti-nationalist". He could not permit you to differ with him became irritated at the bare mention of those formula-ridden members of the local who were still against the war.
"What beats me," countered Schneider, "is how you Americans stand up for King George. Every newspaper in Wall Street howling for America to go into the war just because some millionaires got killed!" "You don't seem to realize that the greater number of the men who lost their lives on that ship were working men!" "Ho! Ho!" hooted Comrade Stankewitz. "Vall Street loves so the vorking men!"
They were fools or else they were Germans; and Comrade Stankewitz was as ready to right the Germans in Leesville as in France. He got so excited arguing that he almost forgot the cigars and the show-cases which he had to get rid of in two days.
I get myself straight on this var, don't you ferget it." "You believe in the war?" "Sure I believe in it, you bet your money!" Comrade Stankewitz, as he spoke, pounded with an excited fist on the counter. "Ve got to vin this var, see? Ve got to beat them Yunkers! I vould have made up my mind to that, even if I don't go in the army I vould have make it up ven I see vat they do vit Russia."
A week ago Jimmie could not have been bribed to enter a place presided over by a soldier; but he had learned from Emil and Stankewitz that a soldier might be a human being, so he went up and said, "Hello." "Hello, yourself," said the soldier, looking him over with an appraising eye. "If I was to hire here, when would I start for France?" "To-night," said the soldier. "You kiddin' me?"
At which there leaped to his feet a Russian Jewish tailor, Rabin by name; his first name was Scholem, which means Peace, and he cried in great excitement: "Vot business have ve Socialists vit such vords? Ve might leaf dem to de enemy, vot?" You might have thought you were in Leesville, listening to Comrade Stankewitz.
"This is the first meeting for some months that we have had the pleasure of seeing Comrade Norwood," said "Wild Bill", with venomous placidity. "Perhaps he knew that we were to be asked to raise a regiment for Kitchener!" And then again Comrade Stankewitz was on his feet, with distress in his thin, eager face. "Comrades, all this vill not get us anyvere!
"Sure, I know," said Stankewitz, "I vorked in both them cities, and I vas every bit so hungry under Rothschild as I vas under the Kaiser." Then Comrade Gerrity, organizer of the local, took his turn.
"Stankewitz!" cried Jimmie, in dismay. "Sure, he's gone." "Was he willing?" "They didn't ask if he was willing. They just told him to report." Somehow that seemed to bring the war nearer to Jimmie's consciousness than anything that had happened so far.
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