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 load of jiggling corpses, nodding and swaying as the express roared shrilly towards Ninetysixth Street. At Ninetysixth she had to change for the local.

Dutch Robertson sat on a bench on Brooklyn Bridge with the collar of his army overcoat turned up, running his eye down Business Opportunities. It was a muggy fog-choked afternoon; the bridge was dripping and aloof like an arbor in a dense garden of steamboatwhistles. Two sailors passed. "Ze best joint I've been in since B. A."

Partner movie theater, busy neighborhood stand investigation  $3,000 Jez I haven't got three thousand mills Cigar stand, busy building, compelled sacrifice Attractive and completely outfitted radio and music shop  busy Modern mediumsized printingplant consisting of cylinders, Kelleys, Miller feeders, job presses, linotype machines and a complete bindery Kosher restaurant and delicatessen Bowling alley  busy Live spot large dancehall and other concessions. , old gold, platinum, old jewelry. The hell they do. . That's more your speed you rummy. Addressers, first class penmen Lets me out Artist, Attendant, Auto, Bicycle and Motorcycle repair shop He took out the back of an envelope and marked down the address. Bootblacks Not yet. Boy; no I guess I aint a boy any more, Candy-store, Canvassers, Carwashers, Dishwasher. . Mechanical dentistry is your shortest way to success No dull seasons

"Hello Dutch I thought I'd never get here." A grayfaced girl in a red hat and gray rabbit coat sat down beside him.

"Jez I'm sick o readin want ads." He stretched out his arms and yawned letting the paper slip down his legs.

"Aint you chilly, sittin out here on the bridge?"

"Maybe I am Let's go and eat." He jumped to his