"That damned heat from the mill still runs through
my blood. July and August was the worst - sweated like hogs at the slaughterhouse.
The noise! My God! My ears clang to this day. Can't hear so good no more ... I don't
breathe so good either. Twelve-hour days sucked the strength from my pores. Worked
from six in the morning to six at night, six days a week ... Well, can't complain.
We Irish never had them real bad jobs like the Hunkies and Blacks."
"The Pittsburgh Press", 1937, interview
with a retired steelworker
