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"
My
old
man
was
like
that
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
One
time
I
found
him
in
the
street
.
He
was
walking
in
big
circles
off
to
the
left
.
I
had
to
steer
him
straight
.
A
scab
had
smashed
him
under
the
ear
with
a
pair
of
brass
knuckles
.
Seemed
to
affect
his
sense
of
direction
.
"
"
Now
look
here
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
Here
’
s
a
general
letter
.
I
’
ve
got
four
carbons
in
the
typewriter
.
We
’
ve
got
to
have
twenty
copies
.
You
want
to
get
to
it
while
I
fix
some
supper
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Well
,
hit
the
keys
hard
.
Those
carbon
sheets
aren
’
t
much
good
.
"
Mac
went
into
the
kitchen
calling
,
"
Dick
,
come
out
and
peel
some
onions
if
you
can
stand
the
horrible
smell
.
"
Dick
got
up
from
the
couch
;
after
rolling
the
sleeves
of
his
white
shirt
neatly
above
his
elbows
,
he
followed
Mac
into
the
kitchen
.
Jim
had
just
started
his
heavy
,
deliberate
typing
when
Joy
eased
himself
off
the
couch
and
walked
over
.
"
Who
produces
the
goods
?
"
Joy
demanded
.
"
Why
—
the
workers
,
"
said
Jim
.
A
foxy
look
came
on
Joy
’
s
face
,
a
very
wise
and
secret
look
.
"
And
who
takes
the
profits
?
"
"
The
people
with
invested
capital
.
"
