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and a half intermission at noon. He has no stimulus 

 of literature, no enthusiasm of poetry, there are no 

 moving pictures, no plays. He doesn't get to go fish- 

 ing, nor hunting, nor to join in the local ball game, 

 if there be one. His life is a dreary round of unskilled 

 labor, performed with indifference. The only joy he 

 knows, perhaps, is the intoxication that comes with the 

 insidious alcohol, which brings also temporary forget- 

 fulness of poverty and fatigue. 



