“Little Joe” arrives
More equipment and man power was expected from the
The day the truck was due the foreman told us local laborers to be handy to the parking lot since some materials were going to arrive which needed to be unloaded.
He also said that some new workers were going to accompany the materials and the word was that one of the new workers was Little Joe, “one of the strongest men you’ve ever seen.”
Well.
All of us had been working long hours with hand tools, digging and bashing earth and rock and we all felt pretty strong I think, but of course we were all very curious to see this new physical phenomenon.
When the trucks came in and the new men got out, none of them looked any different from the rest of us. The foreman introduced all of us and we shook hands all around. The new guys all seemed to be healthy and strong––but I never felt that Little Joe, who was one of the new gang, was any different from the rest. For one thing he was not so tall and not so weighty and he was only about eighteen years old.
Our first task was to unload some big flat cardboard boxes, the chairs for the lift, from the truck. We gathered beside the truck and Little Joe was the first in line. I was second.
There were two men on the truck and they slid the first box over to Joe. He took the sliding box onto his head and walked over toward the edge of the pavement where we had been told to stack the materials.
I got ready to take the second box.
The men on the truck lid it over to where I could reach it, but as soon as it started to come into my hands I realized that I was never going to put it on my head and walk away like Little Joe had. In fact I realized that I was going to be squashed like a bug under that package if I didn’t get some help mighty quick!
Some of the other guys had been watching and grabbed the thing and took the weight off me before I got hurt––but, boy did I ever gain a
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