Steel was me, and I owned de woild.
Now I ain't steel, and de woild owns me. Aw, hell! I can't see--
it's all dark, get me? It's all wrong! [He turns a bitter mocking
face up like an ape gibbering at the moon.] Say, youse up dere,
Man in de Moon, yuh look so wise, gimme de answer, huh? Slip me de
inside dope, de information right from de stable--where do I get
off at, huh?
A POLICEMAN--[Who has come up the street in time to hear this
last--with grim humor.] You'll get off at the station, you boob,
if you don't get up out of that and keep movin'.
YANK--[Looking up at him--with a hard, bitter laugh.] Sure! Lock
me up! Put me in a cage! Dat's de on'y answer yuh know. G'wan,
lock me up!
POLICEMAN--What you been doin'?
YANK--Enuf to gimme life for! I was born, see? Sure, dat's de
charge. Write it in de blotter. I was born, get me!
POLICEMAN--[Jocosely.] God pity your old woman! [Then matter-of-
fact.] But I've no time for kidding. You're soused. I'd run you in
but it's too long a walk to the station. Come on now, get up, or
I'll fan your ears with this club. Beat it now! [He hauls YANK to
his feet.]
YANK--[In a vague mocking tone.] Say, where do I go from here?
POLICEMAN--[Giving him a push--with a grin, indifferently.] Go to
hell.
[Curtain]
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SCENE--Twilight of the next day.
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