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This story satirizes the comic frustrations of employing Italian immigrant workers in early 1920s America. The narrator hires an unnamed Sicilian gardener he nicknames "the Dawn Man," based on his apparent prehistoric appearance. The satire hinges on language barriers: the narrator attempts communication through English, French, and Italian, with absurd results—when he chants "Para la para la" (attempting Italian), the gardener interprets it as "ash-pit" and dumps the delphiniums there. German insults work better ("Schweinhund!"), earning the gardener's approval. The humor derives from the narrator's condescension toward the worker's intelligence and the failed assumption that Latin-based languages would somehow bridge understanding. The gardener's repeated demand for "Willy bear" (unclear reference, possibly liquor or a tool) adds final comic futility—pure gesture replaces words entirely. This reflects 1920s American anxiety about unassimilated immigrants and communication across class/ethnic divides.

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After considerable broken conversation, Tony, the padroni, agreed to send a man “‘verra mooch gardener” to do the job at $5.00 a day. A beetle-browed man about five fect high appeared one morning. He came, I gathered, from a long line of Sicilian gardeners, and if you know anything at all about gar- deners you know there is nothing finer in the whole range of husbandmen. The complete tradition of the vendetta is in them, which greatly helps in the work you wish them to do. Give such an one a stiletto—I mean trowel—and his hot, southern blood rages. One bulb grows where three grew before. I couldn't decide whether he was a Neanderthal type or whether the cele- brated Piltdown pattern fitted him bet- ter, so I called him the Dawn Man of Blahfield. Not that he came at dawn—he | came at 9 A. M. carrying an umbrella. “Dawn,” I said to him on his second morning, “do you understand trans- planting?” His mind was wandering amongst the ravioli fields of Sicily but | par la.” at one time worked for a Frenchman he smiled and said, “Sure.” “All right, LIFE Dawn,” I replied. “Take all these del- phiniums up (pantomime of digging) and put them there.” The expression, if I may call it that, on his face showed how splendidly he had failed to get my meaning. “There,” I cried,—‘“there— IT had a wild hope that he had in Sicily. There must be some French- men in Sicily. After all, French and Italian were both Latin tongues. Then I remembered that all the Italian words I could recall ended in a vowel. “Para la Para la,’ I chanted. Like a shot he got it. “Si, si,’ he responded. It was too simple. The next day I found the delphiniums in the ash-pit. Obviously, para Ia is the Italian for ash-pit. That's the way to learn a language—associate with the people. Presently I found Dawn spading the German iris under because, as he so elo- quently pantomimed, the roots lay on} the top of the ground. “Schweinhund!” I cried, defending the iris in their own tongue. A beatific grin broke over his face and he answered, “Sure.” Any- body likes a word of appreciation oc- casionally. Having raked the leaves and fer- tilizer from the beds, he came to the door and demanded, ‘‘Willy bear.” He was quite firm about it—nothing but “Willy bear” would do. the conversation into other channels but it was hopeless, so I said, “Now see | here, old man, I know how you feel but after all you’re a grown man. Get hold of yourself. You're no giant but I ask you—a ‘willy bear!” Seizing a porch chair by the back he illustrated his great need. So I went THE AMERICAN EXPRESS CO. Announces: . The special charter of the Great Cunarder—R.M.S. MAURETANIA the fastest and most luxurious of ocean steamers for A WINTER CRUISE of unprecedented interest TO THE MEDITERRANEAN Sailing from New York February 10th, 1923 Detailed announcements and deck plans on request. Applications will be given preference in the order received Address AMERICAN EXPRESS CO. 65 BROADWAY, N. ¥. I tried to turn | Tt is the habit of well k thousands. Follow the use ofyee tooth brush with a few drops of Absorbine, Jr. in an eighth plas of water. This, as mouth wash, spray and gargle, removes disagreeable tastes and breaths; destroys crevice hid. den germs that cause decay, and alleviates conditions of sore throat, Tr leaves the mouth refreshingly clean. Absorbine, Jr. is also, for over taxed muscles, the powerful yet safe liniment with the clean pleas ant odor. Again, it is an antiseptic, cleansing and ‘healing to skin breaks. All in one container for your greater convenience. At most druggists, $1. eral tal bola oe W. F. YOUNG, Inc. 162 Temple St.; Springfield, Mass, THE ANTISEPTIC LINIMENT. intellectual | | across to Bill Simmons and borrowed a wheelbarrow. The Germans, as | recall, proved themselves to be pretty thor- ough-going devastators but I shudder to think what an army of “verra mooch” Sicilian gardeners could ac- complish. If there is ever another wat I am going to suggest they be mobil- ized and put at the head of the invading allied forces. From bed to border he ff moved and back again to bed, leaving in his wake nothing but desolation. My wife telegraphed she would return the F following week. Something had to be done. I rushed down to the real estate f agent. “My dear,” I cried as my wife fF stepped off the train. “I’ve got great F news for you. We've sold the place.” R. K. The Philosophic Match T was a Philosophic Match Who, when I brought him to the scratch, Before his cheery spirit fled, Observed, “Just take this hint from me: Your work, like mine, will better be If you will always use your head. “And you will win your every fight, And end up in a blaze of light, If, as along your way you run, Deep in your soul you feel it true, As I have always done, and do, That you’re a Match for anyone!” J. K. B. comicbooks.com