the other’s neck. Still, the girls agreed that riding in a real motor car was vunderbar, like riding in a dream. The rich women also organized a march to city hall to protest the treatment of the strikers by the courts and the police. Photographs of them in their mink coats, standing side-by-side with the girls, appeared in all the English speaking papers--The Call, The Sun, The Herald and The Times. The reporters called them “The Mink Brigade.” Delia knew these women liked her. They often invited her uptown to speak at meetings in their home’s and clubs. She wasn’t quite sure, however, how much she liked them. It wasn’t the motorcars or mink coats that bothered her. It was the expressions on their faces. She noticed thateat, and the children saved the bread from the lunches at the settlement house to bring home to their parents. But nobody, no one, Delia repeated, said the girls should give in. They were the farbrente meydlehk, the fervent girls of the Lower East Side. Work, however, was only part of the story, she continued. And she would tell the rich ladies about how they had once stood against the landlords and refused to pay rent until the landlords agreed to the tenants’ demands. At that point the handkerchiefs would go back in the silk purses. The ladies would look confused, then distant. It was one thing, Delia began to realize, for them to stand with girls who worked until their fingers bled, it was quite another to