NO HELP WANTED HERE.
I went into their office, and asked them if they couldent give me something to do.
They said: “No, we have all the men we need.”
I told them how I wanted somethin to do at any price; of our bein foreclosed and havin to git out and all. They shook their head and said they “had to turn away hundreds of men every day,” and told me to “look around,” I “might find work somewhere else.”
So I left and went from one place to another, and everywhere I went I saw them signs and was told the same thing.
I found lots of men huntin work.
On nearly every street, and down along the river and over by the lake, were men a campin and a sleepin in railroad cars and outdoors; cookin by fires built along the banks and on the shore; “waitin,” they said, “till they could git a job.”
I got my supper with three fellers that nite that done their cookin that way. They seemed to be nice fellers. They was from different parts of the country.
“At all the gates around the big fence they had signs stuck up.”