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The Sense of Infinity is Heightened by The Floating Mist] | Frontispiece |
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“That Meeting is not Far,” He is Saying,
“and it’s Warm There. Won’t You Go?”] | 16 |
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In the Corner near Us are Three Men, Slouching,
Listless, Weary Specimens of their Kind, who are Playing “Comrades”] | 24 |
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She is Facing Us near at Hand, Her Head
Framed in the Dark Umbrella which
Rests upon Her Shoulder] | 30 |
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Overflowing through the Open Door of
The Farthest Passage upon the Floor
of the Main Corridor are the Sprawling
Figures of Men Asleep] | 36 |
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The Police-station Breakfast] | 42 |
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“Out You Go, Now”] | 50 |
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“We’ll Feed, Partner, We’ll Feed”] | 54 |
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All of Them were Shouting Oaths and
Violent Abuse] | 60 |
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She Drew Back and Looked at Me Perplexed] | 66 |
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He was Putting the Men through a Catechism
respecting Their Nationalities,
Their Homes and Occupations, and Their
Motives in Coming to Chicago] | 88 |
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I Think that the Cook Thoroughly Enjoyed
Feeding Us] | 94 |
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In the Midst of the Applause which
Marked the Passage of the Resolution,
She was on Her Feet] | 106 |
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“Don’t You Touch it,” She said, Fiercely] | 114 |
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“We’ve Got Some Grub, Ma!” Cried the
Older Child, in a Tone of Success, as
She Ran Up to Her Mother with the
Basket. “Riley’s Barrel was Full To-night”] | 118 |
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Waiting for a Job Outside the Factory
Gates] | 130 |
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I was Strong and Warm in the Wild Joy
of the Lust for Blood] | 136 |
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Loading the Box-cars under Crist’s Guidance] | 150 |
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In the Factory] | 154 |
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Crowds of Men Streaming from Every
Door and Pressing Swiftly Through
the Gate] | 160 |
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The Noon Hour] | 164 |
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Mrs. Schulz’s Boarding-house] | 168 |
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Never Once Did I Fail of a Friendly
Greeting] | 196 |
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He Hated Kings and Potentates and All
Governmental Authority] | 214 |
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The Socialist Meeting] | 222 |
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There was Nothing in the Domestic Scene
which Met Us to Suggest the Home of
a Revolutionary] | 232 |
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An Evasion of the Factory System of
Production] | 236 |
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Returning Work from Sweat Shops] | 240 |
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“Don’t Talk to Us about Disease; it’s
bread We’re After, bread!”] | 246 |
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It was a Well-fed Crowd which Sat Smoking
for a Quarter of an Hour or More
on the Rough Embankments, Overlooking
the Agricultural Building before
Going Back to Work] | 256 |
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The Fourth of July—“Two Townships were
to Play Each Other”] | 318 |
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Price could Speak Their Language, and
Now and Then One Joined Us in Camp] | 370 |
