SELECTION 7 Jim casey waited impatiently. The story did not continue Casy gave it a good long time to come out. "Well, what's he do with that shoat?" he demanded at last, with some irritation.
"Huh? Oh!Well, he killed that shoat rigtht there, an' he got Ma to light up the stove. He cut out pork chops an'put'em in the pan, an'he put ribs an'a leg in the oven. He et chops till the ribs was done an'he et ribs till the leg was done. An'then he tore into that leg. Cut off big hunks of her an'shoved 'em in his mouth. Us kids hung around slaverin', an’ he give us some, but he wouldn’t give Pa none. By an' by he et so much he throwed up an' went to sleep. While he's asleep us kids an' Pa finished off the leg. Well, when uncle John woke up in the mornin' he slaps another leg in the oven. Pa says," John, you gonna eat that whole damn pig?" an' he says."I aim to, Tom, but I'm scairt some of her spoil 'fore I get her et, hungry as I am for pork. Maybe you better get a plate an'gimme back a couple rolls of wire." Well, sir, Pa wasn't no fool. He jus' let Uncle Jonh go on an 'eat himself sick of big an' when he drove off he hadn't et much more'n half. Pa says, "Whyn't you salt her down? " But not Uncle John; when he wants pig he wants a whole pig an'when he's through, he don't want no pid hangin' around. So off he goes and Pa salts down what's left.
Casy said, 'while I was still in the preachin’ spirit I'd a made a lesson of that an'spoke it to you but I don't do that no more what yous' pose he done a thing like that for?'
"I dunno, "said Joad. " He jus' got hungry for pork. Make me hungry jus'to think of it. I had jus' four slices of roastin'pork in four years - one slice ever' Chiristmas".
(C.f. JOHN STEINBECK, The Grapes of Wrath)
SELECTIONS 8 In fact, Ratterer, who was really very fond of Clyde by now, more because of the way he looked and inquired and listened than because of anything Clyde did or said, kept nudging him with his elbow now and then, asking laughingly, "How about it, Clyde? Going to be iniated tonight?" and then smilling broadly. Or finding Clyde quite still and thinking at times, "They won't do more than bite you, Clyde".
And Hegglund, taking his cue from Ratterer and occasionally desisting from his own self glorifying diatriber, would add: "You won't ever be de same Clyde. Dey never are.
But we'll all be wid you in case of trouble"
And Clyde, nervous and irritated, would retort: "Ah, cut it out, you two. Qui kidding. What's the use of truing to make out that you know so much more than I do ?"
And Ratterer would signal Hegglund wigh his eyes to let up let up and would occasionally whisper to Clyde: "That's all right, old man, don't get sore. You know we were just fooling, that's all".
"Oh ho, and depitcher of water de girl on the second floor doused on me as I went out," called Hegglund, laughing heartily.
"And the big fat guy on the second floor that came to the door to see. Remember?" laughed Kinsella: "he thought there was a fire or a riot, I bet."
"And you and that little fat girl, Piggy. 'Member Ratterer?" squealed stried, laughing and chokong as he tried to tell of it.
"And Ratteter's legs all bent under his load. Yoohoo!" yelled Hegglund "And de way de of ' em finally slidedown de steps".
(Cf. THEODORE DREISER, The American tragedy) SELECTIONS 9 After hurrying and scurrying, much telephoning and bad language, a night session was held in Kelly's office. He had brought Danny Ward out from New York, arranged the fight for him with Billy carthey, the date was three weeks away, and for two days now, carefully concealed from the sporting writers, Carthey had been lying up, badly injured. There was no one to take his place.. And now hope had revived, though faintly.
"He can beat you up with one hand and both eyes closed".
Rivera shrugged his shoulders.
"Haven't you got anything to say? " the fight promoter snarled.
"I can lick him".
"Well, you know Roberts. He ought to be here. I've send for him."
When Roberts arrived it was patent that he was mildly drunk.
Kelly went straight to the point.
"Look here, Roberts, you've been bragging you discovered this little Mexican. You know Carthey's broke his arm. Well, this yellow streak has the gall to blow in today and say he'll take Carthey's place what about it?"
" It's all right, Kelly," Cameron the slow response.
" He can put up a fight"
"All right, "Kelly turned to his secretary. "Ring up Ward. I warned him to show up if I thought it worth while".
...Danny Ward arrived. Quite a party it was. His manager and trainer were with him. Greetings flew about, a joke here, a retort there, a smile or a laugh everybody.
"So that's the guy" said Danny, running an appraising eye over his proposed antagonist. " How do you do, old chap".
"What kindergarten did you get'm from?" asked Danny.
"And half the house is sold already, " Kelly pleaded.
"Then let's get down to biz"
(Cf. JACK LONDON, The Mexican)
SELECTION 10 Danny paused and calculated . "Of course, sixty five per cent of gate receipts, same as with Carthey. But the split'll be different. Eighty will just about suit me".
And to his manager, "That's right?"
The manager nodded.
"Here, you, did you get that? ". Kelly asked Rivera.
Rivera shook his head.
"Well, it's this way," Kelly expostied "You're a dub and an unknown. You and Danny split, twenty percent goin ' to you, an'eighty to Danny. That's fair , isn't it, Roberts?"
"Very fair, Rivera." Roberts agreed. "You see you ain't got a reputation yet".
"What will sixty - five percent of the gate receipts be? " Rivera demanded.
"Oh, may be five thousand, may be as high as eight thousand, " Danny broke in to explain. "Son something like that. Your share'll come to something thousand or sixteen hundred. Pretty good for takin'a licking from a guy with my reputation. What d' ye say?".
Then Rivera took their breaths away.
"Winner takes all, " he said with finality.
A dead silece prevailed.
"Why, you dirty little greaser! I've a mind to knock your block off right now."
"Winner takes all," Rivera repeated sullenly.
"Why do you stand out that way?" Danny asked.
"I can lick you, " was the straight answer.
"Look here, you little fool, " Kelly took up the argument. "You're nobody. But Danny is class. Nobody ever heard of you out of Los Angeles."
"They will, " Rivera answered with a shrug, " after this fight."
"You think for a second you can lick me ?" Danny blurted in.