Don't sell this to your squeamish readers, for its a bit plain spoken -- to put it mildly -- and may not get by some of the censorious. A proletarian novel, brutal without being hard-boiled. The theme, the eternal struggle between capital and labor; the setting, a foundry and printing plant, in Chicago, 1927 to 1929; the viewpoint, that of labor, union labor for the most part. The bosses are seen from a distinctly oblique and somewhat satiric angle. And, oddly enough, there's new and again, a touch of pathos. The men are real, flesh and blood and gifted with an inarticulate vision of something bigger than themselves and held together by bonds stronger than the superimposed bonds of the foundry. Home lives, in brief rather poignant flashes; shop lives, beaten out against the rhythm of an electrotype plant, and relieved with bits of crude and lusty humor. Not pleasant reading, but it grips you and sears itself into your consciousness. You can't forget it. The publishers are determined to put Halper over, and this book shows distinct advance over Union Square, indicating that he is not a one-book-man.