Murphy's Law
“"You no Italiano," he said. "This Italiano place. Se non parla Italiano ...," And he spread his hands expressively. "Italiano girl work 'ere," he finished as the girls arrived at the top of the stairs and walked past me, giving me curious stares.
"You're saying you only take Italian girls?" He nodded. "Italiano girl make shirt 'ere." "So what do the Irish make, then?" I demanded, feeling annoyed that I wasn't even going to be given a chance.
"Trouble," he countered.
He turned his ba...ck on me and walked away down the passage. I walked around some more and tried several other factories and shops. It didn't take long to realize one thing. New York was not an American city. It was a collection of small Italian, Jewish, German, and God knows what else villages, all slapped down next to each other. And Germans only hired other Germans, Jews other Jews. So the sensible thing would be to find out what the Irish did and get them to hire me.MoreLess
"You're saying you only take Italian girls?" He nodded. "Italiano girl make shirt 'ere." "So what do the Irish make, then?" I demanded, feeling annoyed that I wasn't even going to be given a chance.
"Trouble," he countered.
He turned his ba...ck on me and walked away down the passage. I walked around some more and tried several other factories and shops. It didn't take long to realize one thing. New York was not an American city. It was a collection of small Italian, Jewish, German, and God knows what else villages, all slapped down next to each other. And Germans only hired other Germans, Jews other Jews. So the sensible thing would be to find out what the Irish did and get them to hire me.MoreLess
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