given her a day's warning; they had simply posted a notice one Saturday that all hands would be paid off that afternoon, and would not resume work for at least a month! And that was all that there was to it—her job was gone!
It was the holiday rush that was over, the girls said in answer to Marija's inquiries; after that there was always a slack. Sometimes the factory would start up on half-time after a while, but there was no telling—it had been known to stay closed until way into the summer. The prospects were bad at present, for truckmen who worked in the store-rooms said that these were piled up to the ceilings, so that the firm could not have found room for another week's output of cans. And they had turned off three-quarters of these men, which was a still worse sign, since it meant that there were no orders to be filled. It was all a swindle, can-painting, said the girls—you were crazy with delight because you were making twelve or fourteen dollars a week, and saving half of it; but you had to spend it all keeping alive while you were out, and so your pay was really only half what you thought.
Marija came home, and because she was a person who
could not rest without danger of explosion, they first had
a great house-cleaning, and then she set out to search
Packingtown for a job to fill up the gap. As nearly all
the canning-establishments were shut down, and all the
girls hunting work, it will be readily understood that
Marija did not find any. Then she took to trying the
stores and saloons, and when this failed she even travelled
over into the far-distant regions near the lake front, where
lived the rich people in great palaces, and begged there
for some sort of work that could be done by a person who
did not know English.
The men upon the killing-beds felt also the effects of the slump which had turned Marija out; but they felt it in a different way, and a way which made Jurgis understand at last all their bitterness. The big packers did not turn their hands off and close down, like the canning-factories;
