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VOICES--[Scornfully.] Hurrah for de Fort' of July!
Pass de hat!
Liberty!
Justice!
Honor!
Opportunity!
Brotherhood!
ALL--[With abysmal scorn.] Aw, hell!
VOICE--Give that Queen Senator guy the bark! All togedder now--
one--two--tree--[A terrific chorus of barking and yapping.]
GUARD--[From a distance.] Quiet there, youse--or I'll git the
hose. [The noise subsides.]
YANK--[With growling rage.] I'd like to catch dat senator guy
alone for a second. I'd loin him some trute!
VOICE--Ssshh! Here's where he gits down to cases on the Wobblies.
[Reads:] "They plot with fire in one hand and dynamite in the
other. They stop not before murder to gain their ends, nor at the
outraging of defenceless womanhood. They would tear down society,
put the lowest scum in the seats of the mighty, turn Almighty
God's revealed plan for the world topsy-turvy, and make of our
sweet and lovely civilization a shambles, a desolation where man,
God's masterpiece, would soon degenerate back to the ape!"
VOICE--[To YANK.] Hey, you guy. There's your ape stuff again.
YANK--[With a growl of fury.] I got him. So dey blow up tings, do
dey? Dey turn tings round, do dey? Hey, lend me dat paper, will
yuh?
VOICE--Sure. Give it to him. On'y keep it to yourself, see.
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