this honor." And believe me, we certainly have done great work.
Just think of what real Americanization means to the future of our nation and thus to the whole world. And we tackled the problem—
Well, you take this, for example: There was a bunch of Hunkies working for the Zenith Steel and Machinery Company. They all lived near each other down in Shantytown and there was some doggone sorehead Bolshevik among 'em that insisted they keep up all these ridiculous and uncivilized customs they'd had back in Hungary (or is it Jugoslovakia?—wherever it is that Hunkies come from) instead of reaching outward and upward and grabbing their chance to become real Americans.
Zabo, this fellow's name was—only I think he spelled it S-c-a-b-o, and I often laughed and said, "Well," I said to the committee, "this fellow certainly has got it spelled right, anyway," I said. "He certainly is one scab-oh, all right!"
Well, seems this fellow's shack was the center
