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...Stella Walsh, grim-faced, Slav-eyed, broadshouldered, thick-thewed, 18 years old: a 220-yd. race around two turns in Madison Square Garden, in 26 1/10 sec. (new world's record for women, indoor and outdoor...
...shacks lives the Widow Kolesar, a dumpy little Slav who chars for her living and fills her four children's bellies with vegetables from their scrawny "garden." Her "old man" was killed while working on the railroad. Nearby lives the Klementovich family. Mother Klementovich is virtually a widow; her "old man" is serving a two-year term in jail for beating her. She works in the factory, tends chickens, takes in a boarder. There are four little Klementoviches...
Jencic, gigantic, untidy prototype of all Slav immigrants in the U. S., lives in fat little Mrs. Posilipo's lodging house and works in a bakery. So does handsome Teena, representing the Latins. Her lips and dress are red. Her eyes and teeth flash against the swarthy background of her skin. Jencic, in a big, slow, dumb, serf-like way, wants her. Because the girls at the bakery dared her to, she took Jencic's hand one day and told him she liked him. When he humbly tries to follow this up, she turns on him angrily with...
...here and nobody can run over you. If anybody makes trouble for you, stand right up to him and tell him not to forget who you are. . . . The new nationalities are according to jobs. Some of these days nobody will ever say a man is a Swiss or a Slav or anything like that; they will say he is a plumber or a baker or a machinist, and what he does for a living will be his nationality and his destiny...
...Significance. Novelist Williamson always makes his plots go by putting them on the roller-skates of a social theme. The evolution of Jencic from peasant and Hunky (short for "Hungarian" - colloquial for Slav) to U. S. citizen and worker, is obvious and anything but original. But it is done so cheerfully, so sincerely, with such brave and decent effort at realism, that it far transcends what might be banality. It is a warm, vigorous, if somewhat naïve book by a writer who has known and taken seriously all kinds and conditions of his fellow men. The Book...