............ The dizzy feeling passed. A street car hammered past, nearly empty. A newsboy on the corner kept hollering race finals in the same tone of voice, as if he didn't even hope anyone would ever buy a paper from him. There was a crowd of young punks around a lamp post up the street from the lunchroom. While i looked at them one of the kids pushed another fellow a couple of steps backward, and they laughed.
Criss Cross
Don Tracy
1934
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