Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Something Better for my Boy]
“We've got our own blacksmith. He helps with other work too, when he's not too busy at the forge. He has to keep an edge on all the steel used for cutting. It's quite a trick to heat them just right and hammer them out to a good cutting edge again. Then with the finished piece anybody who's not too busy helps on the lumping and boxing, and when the derrick sets it on the flat-car or truck—whichever way it's shipped—it's ready to go. Maybe it goes anywhere in the country. It goes way off to some cemetery we're never going to see. But we forget about it, sure. There's always more pieces to cut. There's always more people dying.
“I went to the fights the other night. They weren't very good, but the Armory was full of people. It's a good town for sports like that. They hold the fights every two or three weeks, and they always get good crowds. They've had some pretty