ation of capital and pooday. he sees America as a crazy house.

        o rob to live.

        arving and y o get to eat. ed.

        so muc mean and ugly and somet t tem of t on a lie. And alts as plain as t-kno t see it.’

        ttle on ttled an avalanc o sleep, and amped it

        so    the floor shook.

        I been all over talk. I try to explain to t    do? Lod!’

        o t deepeingling in    spread up ints of green and blue and burning yello;the only one.’

        ranger no longer. By no, every alley, every fen all town.

        ill    t lot to anotaying aly limit, until at last it oions tings rip of eland bordered by roted ston gin, or a bottling plant. t part factory s in to throwing game was always crowded.

        From tton dy.

        , but gradually ties inually o anot stood out on en acurday o keep t,    s of racted appearance.

        o four rooms and t y per person. t on toop. In , sour smell. Sooty, s    the

        y. reet ligside tion inside. ed ted to read. ted him.

        If ayed at lessly    on t ty ends of aste of grime lingered in    error. Usually    of bootleg les from t s. tles made lost, eerie ecil after they had sounded.

        But usually    stay at    out into ty streets. In t dark ars . Sometimes ted buildings came t of ted at tes for t. Young girls in sers and print dresses came out into treet. t carrying their dinner pails.

        Some of t to a streetcar caf for Coca-Cola or coffee befoing        for t side they were deaf.

        I Icar Jake drank Coca-Cola alked. ter daen , and ed body very straiguck tle finger out from ily ted acill laug imes fougs h crazed violend sobbed aloud.

        After sued to t eased o pusinks, tact of hed his jangled nerves.

        Because of to up early in took from tcase .    to treet.

        First o t a sack of ales. t to Singers room. Altoe he ales.

        alk, a is or h relief.

        t table. Jake uro Singer.

        Yeao a suddeion.

        Some of us are unists. But not allof us------. Myself, Im not a member of tParty. Because in t place I never kne one of them.

        You    bum around for years and not meet unists.

        Around    to join—and if t. And you just dont take off for Ne one—and tle teetotaler    t I    against ts. t is I dont talin and Russia. I e every damn try and gover even so maybe I ougojoined up s first place. Im not certain one    do you think?’

        Singer wrinkled e on     know.

        But t t settle doer kno    to ad some of us go nuts. too muco do and you dont knoart It makes you crazy. Even me—Ive do w

        t seem rational Once I started an anization myself. I picked out ty lint-alked to til I t tto ion.    to start riots—stir up all trouble we could.

        Our ultimate goal    a real freedom, a great freedom made possible only by tice of tto, "A," sigalism. In titution (draain statutes dealt to from "A" to "Freedom" as soon as our hrough.’

        Jake scroublesome cavity in a tooter a moment inued:"titution ten do follo out on a cour tanize po units of ty. it do you re I found?     ion? eous fury overe planned a so t t me? as it destruurder, revolution?’

        Jake leaned fory-seven dollars and ty ts from treasury to buy uniform caps and free Saturday suppers. I caugting around table, rolling their heads, and a ham and a gallon of gin in easy reach.’

        A timid smile from Singer folloburst of lauger a ill laugoo long. Singer looked up at ted time— tes and matcel and distributed ts. It ime.

        But Jake still lauger.    ts. ense and as of his ing

        meal. o.

        ith each word he raised his upper lip like a ravenous animal.

        Roast beef    bread.

        And a big ell you about Mr. Clark Patterson, tleman y years, and all day s in railer playing solitaire and smoking reefers. -order joint nearby and every day    h------’

        Jake stepped back so t Singer could leave t dooro lead. As tairs io talk y.    his brown, wide eyes on Singers face.

        ternoon    and mild. tayed indoors. Jake    back    of    on t of to fill tle on t able by t. c t afternoon merge he darkness of evening.

        t made dark, silent he room.

        But at nigension came in    away    fag eacher.

        Nervousness made Jakes lips tco sootlessness and desire overcame o talk again to Sio t last took so te o us! truturned into lies. take Jesus.    it is o pass to e

        just o Jesus during t t turned every able and I     me and    t at a table and------And look    tion -bellied, perfumed Pekingese dog.

        t    freedom. t a real revolution. t so t try    every man    of Nature— mean t ty per t of to rob ty per t of to live.

        t mean for one rico s t of ten t    ric mean tyrants o get try in suc millions of people are ready to do anyt, lie, or    to ink like a skunk to all who know.’

        t up, alarmed, Jake tried to speak again and t dorembling lips s ts t seems to me. All we？

        do is go around telling trut kno be any use fo do is let them know.

        All ts needed. But how? huh?’

        t took on motion. t ions doo a serror rained     t    roared    last    t. tes face    and very far away. Jake closed his eyes.

        t m e. Singer    of coffee on table.    it ime for ooreet t racted arted to tention en in brigters dra ty, and drink th.

        reet. No one es of puzzled deliberation ook from    a te carefully beio me omorro noon, ednesday, November . Or t day.

        At t day ed before the wall. .

        ly to to look : up and doreets. No one came. After an o leave for t day ed, also.

        ter rain. treaked so t no inued, gray and bitter and cold.

        ICK, Bubber said. I e to believe    rue t it like to never quit raining. Mrs. ells rode to soon to stay on t porc marbles on t oime and Bubber began to talk about ttle Lord Jesus and ted Santa Claus t    and cold and gray. t some of tory people o move out of t looked like t suddenly stopped. t sun     and sticky and ter clot and a pocketful of rocks.

        Ralp up in    crooked on ful. Spareribs he sky was a wonderful blue.

        e ed for you a long time, Mick, Bubber said. here you been?’

        S steps t a time ao rack. Practig on the gym.’

        Every afternoon sayed after sco play.

        team ball games. today s on t getting a co sit at a piano    of knocks and trouble. Ses togetil t sed. It . After t t some sets of    une     almost any pieo ter t copying tunes. ed out tiful ne    feeling she had ever known.

        Sed to learn o read music already ten down.

        Delores Bros a    Delores did not knoioo knoaug t scales, tes, and suchose.

        Mick slammed tcove. "t to eat?’

        t I    do for you, Portia said. Just pones and margarine. As se ser to he swallows.

        Quit ag so greedy. Nobody going to snatc out your hand.’

        till    of t    in    and noes Bubber would o ook aim and made a loud pow sound.

        Dont monkey rigger, said Spareribs.    got the gun loaded.’

        Mick finiso do. z ting on    porcers o see o him, heil!’

        But    take it as a joke.    into     t o    ely s good friends. t in t t Vocational -time jobs.     yards imes se at nigid ory est boy at Vocational. Often, no she was in high

        scoo, t eacogeteaers to assemble a motor.    up ics ime on alked slo stood out on    someth her.

        I    his gold piece, Spareribs said.

        gold piece?’

        a gold pie ts w Jews do.’

        S it mixed up, ss Cat. Catol for a baby soon as its born. Some day to start a war and kill everybody else.’

        Nuns give me a funny feeling, Spareribs said. It scares me .’

        S doeps and laid    into t side room. Sc side room. Mister Singer ries and plans and music    about    y o imes, or    of to o go into ten to it many times and try to join it into ts of te place. Sill feel like she was locked up by herself.

        Spareribs stuck y    off at space. She slapped him.

        is a nun? Bubber asked.

        A Cat es up over her head.’

        Sired of o t pictures in tional Geographic.

        Pographe wild jungles in Africa.

        You kids see t Ralp get out i, she said.

        Bubber rested tory back h you.’

        It    kid o read.    o read stories by o read to him.

        kind you    time?’

        Pick out some stories o eat in t one a    t in t and ing to t of all different kinds of dy and tcory o eat in it.’

        Ill look for one, said Mick.

        But Im getting kinda tired of dy, Bubber said. See if you t bring me a story . But if you t find none of tory.’

        So leave ared.

        tared too. tood still and looked at Baby ilson ing doeps of reet.

        Aint Baby cute! said Bubber softly.

        Maybe it , sunny day after all t er cloto ternoon like ture s years soiree e—tle pink-gauze skirt t stuck out s and stiff, a pink body , pink dang stle pinkpocketbook. ite and gold—and so small and    t it almost    to creet in a cute     turn ohem.

        e over    your little pink pocketbook------’

        Baby passed treet h her head

        o one side. S to speak to them.

        trip of grass betreet, and ill for a sed and turned a handspring.

        Dont pay no mind to ries to so Mister Brannons cafe to get dy. s it free.’

        Bubber rested too creet    pulling traggly bangs of    sure is a cute little pink pocketbook, he said.

        alks about alented s Baby in the movies.’

        It oo late to go look at tional Geograp ready. Ralpuned up to cry and sook     o a kid Bubbers age t ime from summer.

        All last summer Baby    in t pink soiree e and danced i. At first tc soon t tired of it. Bubber c to dance.    on to cimes—but summer    seemed neo him again.

        I sure do wisume, Bubber said.

        kind do you ?’

        A real cool e. A real pretty one made out of all different colors. Like a butterfly. ts    for Cmas. t and a bicycle!’

        Sissy, said Spareribs.

        Bubber o ook aim at a reet. Id dance around inmy e if I    every day to s t steps a    a sissy like Spareribs said.    loved pretty things.

        Ster not let old Spareribs get a.

        A persons got to fig, she

        said sloiced a lot of times t tter the kid really is.

        Younger kids are aloug. Im pretty    of top of me. Bubber —ty t    guts under. If all true Ralp to be a real strong one    around. Even t seventeen montoug Ralphs face already.’

        Ralpalked about. Spareribs sat do off    in o tease him.

        A! Mick said. You knoo you if you start o cry. You just better c’

        Everyt. t    block ting. Bubber leaned up against a tree and o be dreaming about somet of t ime to eat soon.

        Lookit, Bubber said suddenly. ty in tume.’

        Baby o same prissy, dai s her.

        Please, Baby------ Bubber said ed topass ttle pink pocketbook and toucume.’

        Baby started o    listen. S letting Bubber play    tle.

        Bubber still o ended like    to Baby again—in a soft, sad voice like tle kitty.    Please,    Baby—e here, Baby------’

        oo quiick to stop    seen rigger he

        gun. Baby crumpled doo t eps and couldnt move or scream. Spareribs had his arm up over his head.

        Bubber    didnt realize. Get up, Baby,    mad h you.’

        It all    time. Sy sidewalk.

        le op of    in turned doohe ground.

        So mucood o oo. t to get to the house.

        S the eyes. I seen her face.’

        Migue stu ried to ask was Baby killed. Mrs.

        ilson came running doy parlor o t again. Sreet, g and pulling a ring on and off or    in to Baby. Mick follo as a church.

        Baby looked like a pretty little doll on t for t seem . tor bent over and looked at er ook Baby out on a stretto th her.
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