﻿A COUPLE FROM T-BONE 
 
Scissor: (sharply) I tell you it can’t be done! They’ll sell out. Every man has his price! 
Wobbly: (impressively) That’s right! They’ll sell out—for the full product of their toil. Nothing less. 

Brakeman: (in high dungeon) What! You haven’t a union card? And you’ve got the nerve to ride this train! Get off—UNLOAD!— Yes, both of you. Why you’re worse off than a ship without a rudder! 
First Hobo: (as they are going) Wot did he say, a stiff without a brother? 
Socond Hobo: (peeved) Naw, he said a ship without a rudder —dam him! 
First Hobo: (thinking) Well, I guess he’s right. We don’t seem to be getting anywhere.