YANK—Naw. Fireman—stoker on de liners.
SECRETARY—[With satisfaction.] Welcome to our city. Glad to know you people are waking up at last. We haven't got many members in your line.
YANK—Naw. Dey're all dead to de woild.
SECRETARY—Well, you can help to wake 'em. What's your name? I'll make out your card.
YANK—[Confused.] Name? Lemme tink.
SECRETARY—[Sharply.] Don't you know your own name?
YANK—Sure; but I been just Yank for so long—Bob, dat's it—Bob Smith.
SECRETARY—[Writing.] Robert Smith. [Fills out the rest of card.] Here you are. Cost you half a dollar.
YANK—Is dat all—four bits? Dat's easy. [Gives the SECRETARY the money.]
SECRETARY—[Throwing it in drawer.] Thanks. Well, make yourself at home. No introductions needed. There's literature on the table. Take some of those pamphlets with you to distribute aboard ship. They may bring results. Sow the seed, only go about it right. Don't get caught and fired. We got plenty out of work. What we need is men who can hold their jobs—and work for us at the same time.