Free The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos Page B

royal flush charges graft in Cicero
     
    STRIKE MAY MEAN REVOLT IN RUSSIA
     
    lake romance of two yachts murder ends labor feud Michigan runs all over Albion red flags in St. Petersburg
     
    CZAR YIELDS TO PEOPLE
     
    holds dead baby forty hours families evicted by bursting watermain.
     
    CZAR GRANTS CONSTITUTION
     
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay
Through the sycamores the candlelight is gleaming

The Camera Eye (6)
    Go it go it said Mr. Linwood the headmaster when one was running up the field kicking the round ball footer they called it in Hampstead and afterwards it was time to walk home and one felt good because Mr. Linwood had said Go it
    Taylor said There’s another American come and he had teeth like Teddy in the newspapers and a turnedup nose and a Rough Rider suit and he said Who are you going to vote for? and one said I dunno and he stuck his chest out and said I mean who your folks for Roosevelt or Parker? and one said Judge Parker
    the other American’s hair was very black and he stuck his fists up and his nose turned up and he said I’m for Roosevelt wanto fight? all trembly one said I’m for Judge Parker but Taylor said Who’s got tuppence for ginger beer? and there wasn’t any fight that time

Newsreel V
    BUGS DRIVE OUT BIOLOGIST
     
    elopers bind and gag; is released by dog
     
    EMPEROR NICHOLAS II FACING REVOLT OF EMPIRE
GRANTS SUBJECTS LIBERTY
     
    paralysis stops surgeon’s knife by the stroke of a pen the last absolute monarchy of Europe passes into history miner of Death Valley and freak advertiser of Santa Fe Road may die sent to bridewell for stealing plaster angel
     
On the banks of the Wabash far away.

Mac
    Next morning soon after daylight Fainy limped out of a heavy shower into the railroad station at Gaylord. There was a big swag-bellied stove burning in the station waiting room. The ticket agent’s window was closed. There was nobody in sight. Fainy took off first one drenched shoe and then the other and toasted his feet till his socks were dry. A blister had formed and broken on each heel and the socks stuck to them in a grimy scab. He put on his shoes again and stretched out on the bench. Immediately he was asleep.
    Somebody tall in blue was speaking to him. He tried to raise his head but he was too sleepy.
    “Hey, bo, you better not let the station agent find you,” said a voice he’d been hearing before through his sleep. Fainy opened his eyes and sat up. “Jeez, I thought you were a cop.”
    A squareshouldered young man in blue denim shirt and overalls was standing over him. “I thought I’d better wake you up, station agent’s so friggin’ tough in this dump.”
    “Thanks.” Fainy stretched his legs. His feet were so swollen he could hardly stand on them. “Golly, I’m stiff.”
    “Say, if we each had a quarter I know a dump where we could get a bully breakfast.”
    “I gotta dollar an’ a half,” said Fainy slowly. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his back to the warm stove looking carefully at the other boy’s square bulljawed face and blue eyes.
    “Where are you from?”
    “I’m from Duluth . . . I’m on the bum more or less. Where are you from?”
    “Golly, I wish I knew. I had a job till last night.”
    “Resigned?”
    “Say, suppose we go eat that breakfast.”
    “That’s slick. I didn’t eat yesterday. . . . My name’s George Hall . . . The fellers call me Ike. I ain’t exactly on the bum, you know. I want to see the world.”
    “I guess I’m going to have to see the world now,” said Fainy. “My name’s McCreary. I’m from Chi. But I was born back east in Middletown, Connecticut.”
    As they opened the screen door of the railroad men’s boarding house down the road they were met by a smell of ham and coffee and roachpowder. A horsetoothed blonde woman with a rusty voice set places for them.
    “Where do you boys work? I don’t remember seein’ you before.”
    “I worked down to the sawmill,” said