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Sinclair, Upton, 1878-1968

"They Call Me Carpenter"

You dunno vot you're
askin', Mr. Carpenter."
"I understand then--you are in business alliance with men who are
starving these people into submission, and you are afraid to help
them? Afraid to feed the poor!" The far-off, wondering look came
again to his face. "The world is organized!" he said, to himself.
"There is a mob of masters! What can I do to save the people?"
T-S was unchanged in his cheerful good-nature. "You give dem a
tousand dollars and you help a lot. Nobody can do it all."
But Carpenter was not satisfied; he shook his head, sadly. "Please
take this," he said, and pressed the roll of bills back into the
hands of the astounded magnate!

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However, T-S had come there to get something that day, and I thought
I knew what it was. He swallowed his consternation, and all the rest
of his emotions. "Now, now, Mr. Carpenter! Ve ain't a-goin' to
quarrel about a ting like dat. Dem fellers is hungry, and de money
vill give dem vun good feed. Ve git somebody to bring it to dem, and
we be friends shoost de same.


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