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
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
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
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?
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
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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