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'''[[The Butterfly and the Tank]] by [[Ernest Hemingway]]'''  
<center>'''[[Unemployment]] <br/>by [[J. S. Woodsworth]]'''</center>


On this evening I was walking home from the censorship office to the Florida Hotel and it was raining. So about halfway home I got sick of the rain and stopped into Chicote’s for a quick one. It was the second winter of shelling in the siege of Madrid and everything was short including tobacco and people’s tempers and you were a little hungry all the time and would become suddenly and unreasonably irritated at things you could do nothing about such as the weather. I should have gone on home. It was only five blocks more, but when I saw Chicote’s doorway I thought I would get a quick one and then do those six blocks up the Gran Via through the mud and rubble of the streets broken by the bombardment.
But what does this unemployment mean in terms of human welfare? The district nurses tell a heart-rending story of under-nourished children, of unwelcome babies coming into homes in which there is no clothing in which to wrap them, of weary struggling mothers and discouraged or embittered fathers and of broken homes.  


The place was crowded. You couldn’t get near the bar and all the tables were full. It was full of smoke, singing, men in uniform, and the smell of wet leather coats, and they were handing drinks over a crowd that was three deep at the bar.
Is this Canada — the Canada of which we have been so proud? In the old world, poverty always had been and was taken almost as a matter of course, but in 'this land of opportunity' have we so soon come to this?


A waiter I knew found a chair from another table and I sat down with a thin, white-faced, Adam’s-appled German I knew who was working at the censorship and two other people I did not know. The table was in the middle of the room a little on your right as you go in.
Of course we have had unemployment and bread lines before now. In 1913 in Vancouver the situation was even more acute, if less serious. Then came the war. Thousands of men enlisted at once in a spirit of enthusiasm, but thousands of others were compelled by economic pressure to enlist. Production was artificially stimulated. A good market, high prices, public and private 'graft' and unlimited credit brought a period of so-called 'prosperity'. But now the war is over. The bills are coming due. The old trouble is re-asserting itself with increased intensity.  


You couldn’t hear yourself talk for the singing and I ordered a gin and Angostura and put it down against the rain. The place was really packed and everybody was very jolly; maybe getting just a little bit too jolly from the newly made Catalan liquor most of them were drinking. A couple of people I did not know slapped me on the back and when the girl at our table said something to me, I couldn’t hear it and said, “Sure.”
What is the worker thinking about it? His thoughts are not the thoughts of the business man. He looks at things from an entirely different angle. In fact, he lives in a different world. There lies one of the most dangerous factors in the situation. The ordinary well-to-do citizen fails to recognize that, since the war, we are living in a new world of ideas. He, unfortunately, is still living in the past. While he may talk of re-construction, he thinks of this as construction on a larger scale along old lines. The worker dreams of a new heaven and a new earth.  
She was pretty...


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Unemployment
by J. S. Woodsworth

But what does this unemployment mean in terms of human welfare? The district nurses tell a heart-rending story of under-nourished children, of unwelcome babies coming into homes in which there is no clothing in which to wrap them, of weary struggling mothers and discouraged or embittered fathers and of broken homes.

Is this Canada — the Canada of which we have been so proud? In the old world, poverty always had been and was taken almost as a matter of course, but in 'this land of opportunity' have we so soon come to this?

Of course we have had unemployment and bread lines before now. In 1913 in Vancouver the situation was even more acute, if less serious. Then came the war. Thousands of men enlisted at once in a spirit of enthusiasm, but thousands of others were compelled by economic pressure to enlist. Production was artificially stimulated. A good market, high prices, public and private 'graft' and unlimited credit brought a period of so-called 'prosperity'. But now the war is over. The bills are coming due. The old trouble is re-asserting itself with increased intensity.

What is the worker thinking about it? His thoughts are not the thoughts of the business man. He looks at things from an entirely different angle. In fact, he lives in a different world. There lies one of the most dangerous factors in the situation. The ordinary well-to-do citizen fails to recognize that, since the war, we are living in a new world of ideas. He, unfortunately, is still living in the past. While he may talk of re-construction, he thinks of this as construction on a larger scale along old lines. The worker dreams of a new heaven and a new earth.

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