Put in this way the situation was easy for any Jimmie
Higgins to understand; and month by month, as the
debate continued, Jimmie’s own point of view
became clearer. He was not interested in sending
cotton to England, and still less in sending meat.
He thought he was lucky if he had a bit of meat twice
a week himself, and it was plain enough to him that
if the fellows who owned the meat were not allowed
to ship it abroad, they might sell it in America at
a price that a working man could pay. Nor was
that just greediness on Jimmie’s part; he was
perfectly willing to go without meat where an ideal
was involved—look at the time and money
and energy he gave to Socialism! The point was
that by sending goods to Europe, you helped to keep
up the fighting; whereas, if you quit, the fools must
come to their senses. So the Jimmie Higginses
worked out their campaign-slogan: “Starve
the War and Feed America!”
V
In the third month of the war, disturbing rumours
began to run about Leesville. Old Abel Granitch
had taken on a contract with the Belgian government,
and the Empire Machine Shops were going to make shells.
Nothing appeared about this in the local papers, but
everybody claimed to have first-hand knowledge, and
although no two people told the same story, there
must be some basis of truth in them all. And
then, one day, to Jimmie’s consternation, he
heard from Lizzie that the agent of the landlord had
called and served notice that they had three days
to vacate the premises. Old man Granitch had
bought the land, and the Shops were to build out that
way. Jimmie could hardly credit his ears, for
he was six city blocks from the nearest part of the
Shops; but it was true, so everyone declared; all
that land had been bought up, and half a thousand
families, children and old people, and sick people,
men on their death-beds and women in child-birth—all
had three days in which to move themselves to new
quarters.
Let anyone imagine the confusion, the babel of tongues,
the women on their porches calling to one another,
asking and giving advice! The denunciations and
the scoldings and the threats to resort to law!
The raids upon landlords, and how the prices went up!
Jimmie hurried off to Comrade Meissner, who had bought
a house and was paying instalments on it; Meissner,
being a Socialist, did not try to fleece him, but
was glad to have help in making his payments.
There were no partitions in the garret which Jimmie
rented, but they would hang curtains and make do somehow,
and Lizzie would use Mrs. Meissner’s stove until
they could get something fixed upstairs. And
then to the corner grocery, to borrow a hand-cart and
get started at moving the furniture; for to-morrow
everybody would be moving, and you would not be able
to get anything on wheels for love or money.
Until after midnight Jimmie and Meissner worked at
transporting babies and bedding and saucepans and
chairs and chicken-coops piled on the hand-cart.
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