Basksh Ikram AL-Zahhar should order her against the cold

Basksh Ikram AL-Zahhar should order her against the cold

am 08.11.2007 21:35:36 von ppearson

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No job, nowhere to live.
How to live, that was the problem. The janitor jerked his
thumb, "Up the street, Employment Agency there, go see
them." Nodding dumbly, I wandered off, looking for my
only hope. In a shoddy side-street I saw a battered sign,
"Jobs". The climb to the third floor office was almost more
than I could manage. Gasping, I clung to the rail at the
top until I felt a little better.
"Kin ye scrub, Bud?" said the yellow-toothed man,
rolling a ragged cigar between his thick lips. He eyed me
up and down. "Guess you have just come out of the
penitentiary or the hospital," he said. I told him all that
had happened, how I had lost my belongings and my
money. "So you want some bucks mighty fast," he said,
reaching for a card and filling in some details. He gave it
to me, and told me to take it to a hotel with a very cele-


brated name, one of the hotels! I went, spending precious
cents on bus fares.
"Twenty dollars a week and one meal per day," said the
Staff Manager. So, for "twenty dollars and one meal per
day" I washed mountains of filthy plates, and scrubbed
endless stairs for ten hours each day.
Twenty dollars a week-and one meal. The meals served
to the staff were not of the same quality as those served to
the guests. Staff meals were rigidly supervised and checked.
My wages were so poor that I could not afford a room. I
made my home in the parks, beneath arches and bridges,
and learned to move at night before the Cop on the Beat
came along with his prodding night stick and his gruff
"Getamoveonwillya?" I learned to stuff my clothes with
newspaper to keep out the bitter winds that swept New
York's deserted streets by night. My one suit of clothes
was travel-worn and work-stained, and I had no change of
underwear. To wash my cloth