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The Crime

From the other side of the Mason and Dixon line comes word of assurance that in spite of the Stakhanovism of the New Deal professors and men of action, life in Dixie is still being lived according to the tenets of a Southern gentleman. A recent graduate of M.I.T., now working on the engineering corps of the Tennessee Valley Authority, has taken the time off to write a friend at Harvard about a minor incident that occurred a week ago.

During the course of construction on a giant dam, a negro laborer, through causes over which he had obviously little control, plunged from the scaffolding, and whirled to his death on the rocks about a hundred feet below. Our friend from Tech ran to report the accident to the foreman, a Dixitie of the old school, who appeared vaguely ruffled by the news. He turned to his assistant and drawlel wearily, "Dama it all, Oscar, go ahead and get us another one."

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