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Sinclair, Upton, 1878-1968

"They Call Me Carpenter"

He had had quite a
supply of literature of all kinds at his office, nearly two thousand
dollars worth, he told Carpenter, but a few months previously the
place had been mobbed. A band of ex-service men, accompanied by a
few police and detectives, had raided it and terrified the wife and
children by breaking down the doors and throwing the contents of
desks and bureaus out on the floor. They had dumped the literature
into a truck and carted it away, and after two or three weeks they
had dumped it back again, having found nothing criminal in it. "But
they ruined it so that it can't be sold!" broke in James,
indignantly. "Most of it was bought on credit, and how can we pay
for it."
James was also a Socialist, it appeared, while Korwsky and his
friend Karlin advocated "industrial action," and these fell to
arguing over "tactics," while Carpenter asked questions, so as to
understand their different points of view. Presently Korwsky was
called out of the room, and came back with an announcement which he
evidently considered grave.


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