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Gita Rosenthal lobked down at
"I was going to get me some
new ones," she said, "but I must
pay my dollar to the strike now.
It's the last of my money. But we
w must a) stand together."
The dirty slush of the street
oozed through the broken leath
ers of Gita's last, summer's pumps
and the cold was freezing it into
icy crystals where it shot up onto
her thin, cheap .stockings.
"You see," she said suddenly,
"honest living is high at least
for a woman. I keep myself good
so I never have anything. I
earn six dollars a week some
times, or seven or ten, when busi
ness is good, but when the week
ends I have paid it all out for a
little closet to sleep in and food to
keep me going.
"I never get new clothes. I buy
the second-hand ones. Not once
in my life have I been to the the
ater. I've been to the movies
twice. Once I paid and once a boy
Here are other reasons Gita
Rosenthal gives her dollar to the
strike; this wh yshe talks what
the bosses call "clap-trap senti
The doctor came too late. He
W found Gita holding her mother's
head in her arms. She was not
crying. She "was sitting wonder
fully still, staring straight ahead.
"She's dead, doctor my mam
ma's dead! And I can't cry be
cause my papa will whip me when
he comes home if the coats aren't
Gita was 9 then. She's 19 now.
She has been sewing buttonholes
ever since, just as her mother
sewed buttonholes until she
coughed out her life. And Gita
has not forgotten.
"It's four buttonholes to a coat,
three coats to an hour. I go to the
factory at 7 in. the morning and
stay until 6 at night. You would
not believe about that place.
There is not even a separate
toilet for men and women. The
place reeks of filth. The odors are
sickening. Fifteen young girls
work at the same table as I do.
"We want the men and women
deecntly separated in the shop.
We want a decent, clean dressing
room for women only. We want
a place to eat our lunches. We
want it fixed so the young girls
won't have to listen to the jokes
and talks of bad men.
"We want things decent"
And it is the same story every
None of these pallid-cheeked
women can live on what they get
for making clothes sold by "ex
clusive" tailors at such high
prices. For the wages in the gar
ment trade have gone down,
while the price of living has gone
"The garment workers' season
is short," they'll tell you. "There
are only a few months in the year
when we can get as much work as
we can do. There are eight long
months when we are lucky if we
can make even $2 a week. So we
are always in debt to the pawn-