Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Under the Bridge]
Over here is good, but not built up like odder side. Don't tell about dem buildings. High? If dey get stone in old country, make twice more high. Dot bridge - yah, dot is wondaful ting. Dis engineer is big man who make dis. Frenchman. He don't tink he will make, kills himself. I know. I am only dummy, but I now dis is great man. He tinks he don't make it, but he makes it. Sure, he mus' get labor, he mus' get machine, but he is got head . . .
Good dot way? (to Negro) Goes faster, huh? . . . Tell you wot I tink. Once I got money, sure, I live on highclass street Hoboken, Elevent' Street. Not so highclass, I do' know, still good class for workingman. Dem times I got job, pay fifty dollar mont' rent. Now (shrug,) no job. Live like dis. LaGuardie not de fault. If he knows, he changes. You know who is de fault? I answer you every question. Racketeers; dem de fault. (Negro leaves-with full pail-load of cast-off fish, saying: “Gotta get ice now!”)
No. he don't eat dem. He sell dem fish. How much he makes? He makes fifty cents I betchoo. Me? Why I gotta do dot? I got enough what I want. I don't starve. Gee Pee Morgan . . . (etc.)