The Magpie Sings the Great Depression: Selections from DeWitt Clinton High School's Literary Magazine, 1929-1942
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Man in the TrainBy Aaron Chinitz, '33
The Magpie, January 1932, v. 33, n. 1 p. 29
He entered the Lexington Avenue train at Fourteenth Street and sank wearily
onto the unyielding straw seat. Dressed in filthy blouse and trousers and plaster
caked shoes, he would have presented no uncommon picture, had the impression
ended there. It did not. The man within the clothes was a futile perversitypallid
face with pinkshot, bisque ringed eyes . . . small, thin hands, whose every
twitch caused blue blotched veins to jump and dance. What right had this impotent
mockery to the dress of the laborer?
As I looked at him, something in my brain registered a great, black headline
that newsboys were screaming excitedly one night almost a year ago.... "Extra!
... Extra! ...Standard Stock . . . Crashes! . . . Extra . . . Twenty stories
up . . . "Lee Bannerman, Brokers" . . . "My dear sir, such things
are certainly unfortunate but they really cannot be helped.... If you have any
money left I should advise you to invest immediately in ... certain boom"
... one last clutch at a white collar....
Winter to summer. . . brick dust . . . "Grab this end and pull, you clumsy
slob" ... heat ... brick dust ... heat....The little man that sold white
power . . . self-contempt forgotten . . . sensuous splendor of red dreams .
. . love of women. . father love, gratification of egoall in the white powder.
Summer to winter . . numbness . . . difficulty of employment. . "Grab
this end and pull, you"outward cold . . . internal heat . . . no foodonly
white powder . . . skin, disease, rottenness ... All In A Year....
The train was nearing the station, and he arose, swaying on his feet. A thin,
dapper little man crossed his path, and as the train came to a sudden stop,
the two lurched into each other. The laborer stumbled out as the doors swung
open.... The man who was his self of a year earlier dusted his White Collar....
On his face was a look of the most unutterable repulsion.
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