“Hell I dunno.... One o them automoebile riots I guess. Aint you read the paper? I dont blame em do you? What right have those golblamed automoebiles got racin round the city knockin down wimen an children?”
“Gosh do they do that?”
“Sure they do.”
“Say ... er ... kin you tell me about where’s a good place to find out about gettin a job?” The butcherboy threw back head and laughed.
“Kerist I thought you was goin to ask for a handout.... I guess you aint a Newyorker.... I’ll tell you what to do. You keep right on down Broadway till you get to City Hall....”
“Is that kinder the center of things?”
“Sure it is.... An then you go upstairs and ask the Mayor.... Tell me there are some seats on the board of aldermen ...”
“Like hell they are,” growled Bud and walked away fast.
“Roll ye babies ... roll ye lobsided sons o bitches.”