for all the disaffection and lack of patriotism among that whole Hunky crowd. They'd meet there, and drink beer, and talk their own language, and dance a lot of fool foreign dances, and seems his wife was actually going so far as to get up a Hunky dramatic association and play a lot of these Hunky plays by Gorky or whoever this Hunky playwright was.
Well, we certainly put a stop to that, when the visiting nurse reported this state of conditions to us.
We went to Whitelaw Sonnenshine, the first V.P. of the Zenith Steel and Machinery—and say, there's certainly one fine, upstanding, 100 per cent. American patriot—and he agreed with us and got busy at once. First, he fired this Zabo, or whatever his name was, and then we got the cops to pick up old Scabovitch on a charge of vagrancy the minute he was broke, and so we run him out of town, and I hear his wife got a job later as hired girl and got over all her damned nonsense, and when Scabby got killed in a steel mill in Gary,
