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"We'll pass the word out, it's the Republican the company wants elected; and you be on the lookout and see how they take it in the camp." "That sounds easy enough," said Hal. "But tell me, Mr. Stone, why do you bother? Do so many of these wops have votes?" "It ain't the wops so much. We get them naturalised on purpose they vote our way for a glass of beer.
The papers go on about the brutality of the police, and the socialists howl about Cossack methods, and the ministers preach about graft and vice, and the reformers sit in their mahogany chairs in the skyscraper offices and dictate poems about sin, and the cops have to walk around and get hell beat out of 'em by these wops and kikes every time they tries to keep a little order!"
"Sure, 't would be a bad example for the others." "Do you mean I have to board at Reminitsky's?" "There be six company boardin'-houses," said the woman. "And what would they do if I came to you?" "First you'd get a hint, and then you'd go down the canyon, and maybe us after ye." "But there's lots of people have boarders in shanty-town," objected Hal. "Oh! Them wops!
"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.
"Say," her voice was quarrelsome, "do you think I've nothin' to do but wait at the beck and call of you wops?" The boy, for he was only that, looked surprise and resentment at the epithet, but he was too weak to waste his strength in useless words. She raised his arm bound in its blood-soaked rags roughly and he groaned. "Keep still, you calf!"
There are Portuguese pickle-pickers and hairy-handed Hollanders who live with their heads lower than their knees, and weed-pulling wops who skulk in patches of cauliflower and lettuce, but as for American settlers there ain't none." Adoree complacently felt that she had the critic talking against time, and the consciousness of her disturbing over him gratified her intensely.
"And down there in the quarry Grogan says you can load more stone to the hour than two wops." "You're there feeding the crusher. And you work as hard as I do." Brian rose. His pipe was out. He knew as he knocked the ashes into a saucer and filled again from a bowl of tobacco upon the mantel, that Donald's eyes were upon him, abject with misery and remorse. But neither spoke.
"Nice, light, pleasant job.... He'll be passing rear axles made by his father down a chute to the assembling track. Bet he'll need Saint Jacob's oil on his back to-morrow night. Give his wife a job." "Why," she scolded, for she was on intimate terms with the factory, "that's common labor. He'll be working with Wops and Guineas and Polacks." He nodded. "If he stands the gaff I'll ease up on him."
But we went over to this Blackhanders' construction camp, just the same, to make sure, and none of the men was missing, the boss said, and no children had been seen; and anyway his men was ordinary decent wops and not Blackhanders and blamed if about fifty of 'em didn't turn out to help look!
After the broad-sword waving episode, seeing that Hal had been watching, the boss remarked, "That's the way you have to manage them wops." Hal took this remark as a tribute to his American blood, and was duly flattered. He sought out the boss that evening, and found him with his feet upon the railing of his home. "Mr. Stone," said he, "I've something I'd like to ask you."
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