We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
Man and all you can't be expected to be serious about other things too. I mean it must take up most of your time just being serious about the CAUSE !
It's all been so exciting so far. My being arrested, I mean. For I made up my mind from the beginning I wasn't going to be one of those idealists who just talk. / was going to act. So when Grisha told me about the big parade I decided to be a part of the demonstration. Feodor, our second man, and Eric, my boxing instructor who had taken up the Cause about the same time I did, felt awful because they couldn't go along. They had work to do. Of course that's one of the things we're going to abolish some day, having to work, when really worthwhile things are at stake. But now, nothing could be done about it, so Grisha and I went alone.
Eric's boxing lessons certainly came in conveniently. It was perfectly awful the way people stood on the sidelines and hooted as we went by, shouting we were unAmerican and all sorts of things. I couldn't blame them too much. After all, just a few short days ago I had been just as unthinking about ideals as they were. I thought being one of the Brotherhood was being un-American too.
So I carried my banner with the slogan about "The New Social Order Arises" as proudly as Joan of Arc
wmm
carried her spear. It made me feel sort of proud. Being like her, I mean, even in a small way. Then a crowd burst through the police cordons and in a second things became a regular riot. And I can't tell you how I felt when I saw a couple of men fighting Grisha. I dashed in and gave one of the brutes the old sharp one-two that Eric had taught me and when he went down sprawling I turned around and clipped the other one on the chin.
When I had a breathing space I looked around for Grisha and my heart sank when I saw him running away. I hate to admit it, but for a moment I almost felt as if he were a coward. But then my intelligence came to my rescue and I realized a man like Grisha who has set himself the tremendous task of reorganizing the whole world couldn't allow a small thing like a riot to stand in the way of his plans. After all he had to save himself for the greater things waiting to be done. And I felt humbly grateful for having been able to fight for him.
A policeman tried to push me aside and I turned and let him have, it right on the jaw. He stared at me in a surprised sort of way for I don't suppose I look as if I have a wallop like that, being slender and not very tall. Then without a word he took hold of my arm and hustled me into a police patrol where some of the other paraders had been taken.
The next thing I knew I was in court. "You look as if you ought to know better," the magistrate said to me when I was taken in front of the bench.
"If believing in the Brotherhood of Man is being criminal, then I'm a criminal," I told him. "Is it a crime to be for the common man?"
"That's enough of that," the magistrate bellowed.
Events moved swiftly for Penny Cooper, Manhattan's Number I Deb (Brenda Joyce), when Alan Blake (George Murphy) crashed into her dazzling career, cutting out Bruce Fairchild (Ralph Bellamy) and causing social arbiter Elsa Maxwell anxious moments. Highlights of this hilarious movie are found in our fictionization.
A
24