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The man with the gun turned his back on us, and looked out at the passing landscape as the train slowly gained momentum. T his dis­ tinction was important to Tully. Her shoes were always a size too small for her. We were lined against the wall and searched. Today they are truly historical, but they are still fresh and vital as American literary history.

Often each sentence was its own paragraph, containing a single thought. His collar was yellow and black, and much too large for him. He wore a black moustache and several weeks' growth of beard. The man in the bed next to me kept moaning, as though he found it difficult to breathe. "We'll lay our mitts on one rock, and I'll crack the handcuffs with the other rock," suggested Bill.

"They'd slide all over the tracks if they didn't." "Well, we'll let 'em," said another tramp. T he biog­

raphy was true, if unflattering, and Tully's Chaplin biography is a must book for our burgeoning crop of cinema historians. We followed her until we reached the landing where she showed us many empty beds in an attic dormi­ tory.

We found a flat rock imbedded in the earth, and after another search, a smaller rock was found. T his is seasonal work, for the most part, and between jobs Tully worked on his first book until it was finished. There were some small lunches wrapped in paper, which the hoboes called "lumps" and "handouts. All unconciously they had helped me to understand the moods of Amy.

I never knew Amy to frame over three sentences in any conversa­ tion. "Them engines sure use the sand nights like this," said another hobo.

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"Well, they gotta," spoke up the man in the yellow collar.

For it may be recorded here that hoboes regard their chosen profession seriously. He quit the ring forever, determined to become a writer. Lots o' room in the Work House for vags, you know. His ghastly eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head. Anyhow, I would make a lot of money and send it to them. The death-bed scene stilled every tongue.