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Don
’
t
ask
how
we
got
the
money
for
it
.
When
all
the
decent
pleasures
are
forbidden
,
there
’
s
always
ways
to
get
the
rotten
ones
.
You
don
’
t
break
into
grocery
stores
after
dark
and
you
don
’
t
pick
your
fellow
’
s
pockets
to
buy
classical
symphonies
or
fishing
tackle
,
but
if
it
’
s
to
get
stinking
drunk
and
forget
—
you
do
.
Fishing
tackle
?
Hunting
guns
?
Snapshot
cameras
?
Hobbies
?
There
wasn
’
t
any
‘
amusement
allowance
’
for
anybody
.
‘
Amusement
’
was
the
first
thing
they
dropped
.
Aren
’
t
you
always
supposed
to
be
ashamed
to
object
when
anybody
asks
you
to
give
up
anything
,
if
it
’
s
something
that
gave
you
pleasure
?
Even
our
‘
tobacco
allowance
’
was
cut
to
where
we
got
two
packs
of
cigarettes
a
month
—
and
this
,
they
told
us
,
was
because
the
money
had
to
go
into
the
babies
’
milk
fund
.
Babies
was
the
only
item
of
production
that
didn
’
t
fall
,
but
rose
and
kept
on
rising
—
because
people
had
nothing
else
to
do
,
I
guess
,
and
because
they
didn
’
t
have
to
care
,
the
baby
wasn
’
t
their
burden
,
it
was
‘
the
family
’
s
.
’
In
fact
,
the
best
chance
you
had
of
getting
a
raise
and
breathing
easier
for
a
while
was
a
‘
baby
allowance
.
’
Either
that
,
or
a
major
disease
.
"
It
didn
’
t
take
us
long
to
see
how
it
all
worked
out
.
Any
man
who
tried
to
play
straight
,
had
to
refuse
himself
everything
.
He
lost
his
taste
for
any
pleasure
,
he
hated
to
smoke
a
nickel
’
s
worth
of
tobacco
or
chew
a
stick
of
gum
,
worrying
whether
somebody
had
more
need
for
that
nickel
.
He
felt
ashamed
of
every
mouthful
of
food
he
swallowed
,
wondering
whose
weary
nights
of
overtime
had
paid
for
it
,
knowing
that
his
food
was
not
his
by
right
,
miserably
wishing
to
be
cheated
rather
than
to
cheat
,
to
be
a
sucker
,
but
not
a
blood
-
sucker
.
He
wouldn
’
t
marry
,
he
wouldn
’
t
help
his
folks
back
home
,
he
wouldn
’
t
put
an
extra
burden
on
‘
the
family
.
’
Besides
,
if
he
still
had
some
sort
of
sense
of
responsibility
,
he
couldn
’
t
marry
or
bring
children
into
the
world
,
when
he
could
plan
nothing
,
promise
nothing
,
count
on
nothing
.
But
the
shiftless
and
the
irresponsible
had
a
field
day
of
it
.
They
bred
babies
,
they
got
girls
into
trouble
,
they
dragged
in
every
worthless
relative
they
had
from
all
over
the
country
,
every
unmarried
pregnant
sister
,
for
an
extra
‘
disability
allowance
,
’
they
got
more
sicknesses
than
any
doctor
could
disprove
,
they
ruined
their
clothing
,
their
furniture
,
their
homes
—
what
the
hell
,
‘
the
family
’
was
paying
for
it
!
They
found
more
ways
of
getting
in
‘
need
’
than
the
rest
of
us
could
ever
imagine
—
they
developed
a
special
skill
for
it
,
which
was
the
only
ability
they
showed
.
"
God
help
us
,
ma
’
am
!
Do
you
see
what
we
saw
?
We
saw
that
we
’
d
been
given
a
law
to
live
by
,
a
moral
law
,
they
called
it
,
which
punished
those
who
observed
it
—
for
observing
it
.
The
more
you
tried
to
live
up
to
it
,
the
more
you
suffered
;
the
more
you
cheated
it
,
the
bigger
reward
you
got
.
Your
honesty
was
like
a
tool
left
at
the
mercy
of
the
next
man
’
s
dishonesty
.
The
honest
ones
paid
,
the
dishonest
collected
.
The
honest
lost
,
the
dishonest
won
.
How
long
could
men
stay
good
under
this
sort
of
a
law
of
goodness
?
We
were
a
pretty
decent
bunch
of
fellows
when
we
started
.
There
weren
’
t
many
chiselers
among
us
.
We
knew
our
jobs
and
we
were
proud
of
it
and
we
worked
for
the
best
factory
in
the
country
,
where
old
man
Starnes
hired
nothing
but
the
pick
of
the
country
’
s
labor
.
Within
one
year
under
the
new
plan
,
there
wasn
’
t
an
honest
man
left
among
us
.
That
was
the
evil
,
the
sort
of
hell
-
horror
evil
that
preachers
used
to
scare
you
with
,
but
you
never
thought
to
see
alive
.
