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NEWSREEL LXIV

WEIRD FISH DRAWN FROM SARGASSO SEA

by night when the rest of the plant was still dim figures
ugly in gasmasks worked in the long low building back of the
research laboratory

RUM RING LINKS NATIONS

All around the water tank
Waitin' for a train

WOMAN SLAIN MATE HELD

Business Men Not Alarmed Over Coming Election

GRAVE FOREBODING UNSETTLES MOSCOW

LABOR CHIEFS RULED OUT OF PULPITS

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imagination boggles at the reports from Moscow. These
murderers have put themselves beyond the pale. They have
shown themselves to be the mad dogs of the world

WALLSTREET EMPLOYERS BANISH CHRISTMAS WORRIES AS
BONUSES ROLL IN

Left my girl in the mountains
Left her standin' in the rain

OUR AIR SUPREMACY ACCLAIMED

LAND SO MOUNTAINOUS IT STANDS ON END

Got myself in trouble
An' shot a county sheriff down

In The Stealth of the Night Have You Heard Padded
Feet Creeping Towards You?

TROTZKY OPENS ATTACK ON STALIN

Strangled Man Dead in Street

Moanin' low . . .
My sweet man's gonna go

HUNT HATCHET WOMAN WHO ATTACKED
SOCIETY MATRON

CLASPS HANDS OF HEROES
GIRL DYING IN MYSTERY PLUNGE

He's the kind of man that needs the kind of woman like me
Completely Lost In Fog over Mexico
ASSERT RUSSIA RISING

For I'm dancin' with tears in my eyes
'Cause the girl in my arms isn't you

600 PUT TO DEATH AT ONCE IN CANTON

SEE BOOM YEAR AHEAD

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THE CAMERA EYE (49)

walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth through
the raw air of Massachusetts Bay at each step a small cold
squudge through the sole of one shoe

looking out past the grey framehouses under the
robinsegg April sky across the white dories anchored in
the bottleclear shallows across the yellow sandbars and the
slaty bay ruffling to blue to the eastward

this is where the immigrants landed the roundheads
the sackers of castles the kingkillers haters of oppression
this is where they stood in a cluster after landing from
the crowded ship that stank of bilge on the beach that
belonged to no one between the ocean that belonged
to no one and the enormous forest that belonged to no
one that stretched over the hills where the deertracks were
up the green rivervalleys where the redskins grew their
tall corn in patches forever into the incredible west

for threehundred years the immigrants toiled into the
west
and now today

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walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth sud-
denly round a bend in the road beyond a little pond and
yellowtwigged willows hazy with green you see the
Cordage huge sheds and buildings companyhouses all
the same size all grimed the same color a great square
chimney long roofs sharp ranked squares and oblongs cut-
ting off the sea the Plymouth Cordage this is
where another immigrant worked hater of oppression who
wanted a world unfenced when they fired him from
the cordage he peddled fish the immigrants in the
dark framehouses knew him bought his fish listened to
his talk following his cart around from door to door
you ask them What was he like? why are they scared to
talk of Bart scared because they knew him scared eyes
narrowing black with fright? a barber the man in the
little grocerystore the woman he boarded with in
scared voices they ask Why won't they believe? We knew
him We seen him every day Why won't they believe that
day we buy the eels?

only the boy isn't scared

pencil scrawls in my notebook the scraps of recollec-
tion the broken halfphrases the effort to intersect word
with word to dovetail clause with clause to rebuild out of
mangled memories unshakably (Oh Pontius Pilate) the
truth

the boy walks shyly browneyed beside me to the sta-
tion talks about how Bart helped him with his homework

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wants to get ahead why should it hurt him to have
known Bart? wants to go to Boston University we
shake hands don't let them scare you

accustomed the smokingcar accustomed the jum-
ble of faces rumble cozily homelike towards Boston
through the gathering dark how can I make them feel
how our fathers our uncles haters of oppression came to
this coast how say Don't let them scare you how
make them feel who are your oppressors America

rebuild the ruined words worn slimy in the mouths
of lawyers districtattorneys collegepresidents judges
without the old words the immigrants haters of oppression
brought to Plymouth how can you know who are your
betrayers America

or that this fishpeddler you have in Charlestown Jail
is one of your founders Massachusetts?

NEWSREEL LXV

STORM TIES UP SUBWAY; FLOODS AND LIGHTNING
DARKEN CITY

Love oh love oh careless love
Like a thief comes in the night

ONLOOKERS CRY HALLELUJAH AS PEACE
DOVE LIGHTS; SAID TO HAVE
SPLIT $100,000

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CRASH UPSETS EXCHANGE

Chicago Nipple Slump Hits Trading On Curb

Bring me a pillow for my poor head
A hammer for to knock cut my brains
For the whiskey has ruined this body of mine
And the red lights have un me insane

FAITH PLACED IN RUBBER BOATS

But I'll love my baby till the sea runs dry

This Great New Searchlight Sunburns You Two Miles
Away

Till the rocks all dissolve by the sun
Oh ain't it hard?

Smythe according to the petition was employed testing the
viscosity of lubricating oil in the Okmulgee plant of the com-
pany on July 12, 1924. One of his duties was to pour benzol
on a hot vat where it was boiled down so that the residue could
be examined. Day after day he breathed the not unpleasant
fumes from the vat.

One morning about a year later Smythe cut his face while
shaving and noticed that the blood flowed for hours in copious
quantities from the tiny wound. His teeth also began to bleed
when he brushed them and when the flow failed to stop after
several days he consulted a doctor. The diagnosis was that the
benzol fumes had broken down the walls of his blood vessels.

After eighteen months in bed, during which he slept only
under the effect of opiates, Smythe's spleen and tonsils were
removed. Meanwhile the periodic blood transfusions were re-
sorted to in an effort to keep his blood supply near normal.

In all more than thirty-six pints of blood were infused
through his arms until when the veins had been destroyed it
was necessary to cut into his body to open other veins. During
the whole time up to eight hours before his death, the com-
plaint recited, he was conscious and in pain.

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