“And that has thrown a lot of printers out of work, has it?”
“Rather.”
“And how do they make a living, then?”
“Some of them don’t. However, there’s a relief fund for Union men that helps ’em out. Many of the old piece hands have turned to be jobbers, and some of them have got to be proofreaders. I’m getting tired of the business myself, so if you hear of something that you think I could tackle, I’m ready to make a change.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open, Ed. I’d like to have you down on Wall Street with me.”
“Hello, Jack Hazard!” exclaimed another boy, a mutual friend of both, named Wally Gray, joining them on the corner. “How does your head feel?”
“Why, how should it feel?” asked Jack, in surprise.
“I thought it looked kind of swelled,” grinned Wally.
“What are you giving me?”
“I s’pose you know all about it,” Wally said to Ed.