“ Choke off dat noise ! Where d'yuh get dat beer stuff ? Beer , hell ! Beer 's for goils — and Dutchmen . Me for somep'n wit a kick to it ! Gimme a drink , one of youse guys .All righto , Yank . Keep it and have another . ” Aw hell ! Nix on dat old sailing ship stuff ! All dat bull 's dead , see ? And you 're dead , too , yuh damned old Harp , on'y yuh do n't know it . Take it easy , see . Give us a rest . Nix on de loud noise .Ca n't youse see I 'm tryin ’ to t'ink ? Aw right . Can de noise . I got yuh de foist time .“ Far away in Canada , Far across the sea , There 's a lass who fondly waits Making a home for me — ” Shut up , yuh lousey boob ! Where d'yuh get dat tripe ? Home ? Home , hell ! I 'll make a home for yuh ! I 'll knock yuh dead . Home ! T'hell wit home ! Where d'yuh get dat tripe ? Dis is home , see ? What d'yuh want wit home ?I runned away from mine when I was a kid . On'y too glad to beat it , dat was me . Home was lickings for me , dat 's all . But yuh can bet your shoit noone ai n't never licked me since ! Wanter try it , any of youse ? Huh ! I guess not .Goils waitin ’ for yuh , huh ? Aw , hell ! Dat 's all tripe . Dey do n't wait for noone . Dey 'd double-cross yuh for a nickel . Dey 're all tarts , get me ? Treat ‘ em rough , dat 's me . To hell wit ‘ em . Tarts , dat 's what , de whole bunch of ‘ em . Sit down before I knock yuh down !De Bible , huh ? De Cap'tlist class , huh ? Aw nix on dat Salvation Army-Socialist bull . Git a soapbox ! Hire a hall ! Come and be saved , huh ? Jerk us to Jesus , huh ? Aw g'wan ! I 've listened to lots of guys like you , see , Yuh 're all wrong . Wanter know what I t'ink ? Yuh ai n't no good for noone . Yuh 're de bunk . Yuh ai n't got no noive , get me ? Yuh 're yellow , dat 's what . Yellow , dat 's you . Say ! What 's dem slobs in de foist cabin got to do wit us ? We 're better men dan dey are , ai n't we ? Sure ! One of us guys could clean up de whole mob wit one mit . Put one of ‘ em down here for one watch in de stokehole , what 'd happen ? Dey 'd carry him off on a stretcher . Dem boids do n't amount to nothin ’ . Dey 're just baggage . Who makes dis old tub run ? Ai n't it us guys ? Well den , we belong , do n't we ? We belong and dey do n't . Dat 's all .As for dis bein ’ hell — aw , nuts ! Yuh lost your noive , dat 's what . Dis is a man 's job , get me ? It belongs . It runs dis tub . No stiffs need apply . But yuh 're a stiff , see ? Yuh 're yellow , dat 's you . Aw , take it easy . Leave him alone . He ai n't woith a punch . Drink up . Here 's how , whoever owns dis . Sure ting ! Dat 's me ! What about it ? Aw ! Look out who yuh 're givin ’ the bark ! Dat 's de stuff ! Now yuh 're gettin ’ wise to somep'n . Care for nobody , dat 's de dope ! To hell wit ‘ em all ! And nix on nobody else carin ’ . I kin care for myself , get me !Our watch , yuh old Harp !Come on down in hell . Eat up de coal dust . Drink in de heat . It 's it , see ! Act like yuh liked it , yuh better — or croak yuhself . Tinkin ’ and dreamin ’ , what 'll that get yuh ? What 's tinkin ’ got to do wit it ? We move , do n't we ? Speed , ai n't it ? Fog , dat 's all you stand for . But we drive trou dat , do n't we ? We split dat up and smash trou — twenty-five knots a hour !Aw , yuh make me sick ! Yuh do n't belong ! Aw , yuh make me sick ! Lie down and croak , why do n't yuh ? Always beefin ’ , dat 's you ! Say , dis is a cinch ! Dis was made for me ! It 's my meat , get me !Dere 's de damn engineer crakin ’ de whip . He tinks we 're loafin ’ . Come on , youse guys ! Git into de game ! She 's gittin ’ hungry ! Pile some grub in her ! Trow it into her belly ! Come on now , all of youse ! Open her up ! One — two — tree —Dat 's de stuff ! Let her have it ! All togedder now ! Sling it into her ! Let her ride ! Shoot de piece now ! Call de toin on her ! Drive her into it ! Feel her move ! Watch her smoke ! Speed , dat 's her middle name ! Give her coal , youse guys ! Coal , dat 's her booze ! Drink it up , baby ! Let 's see yuh sprint ! Dig in and gain a lap ! Dere she go-o-es Take it easy dere , you ! Who d'yuh tinks runnin ’ dis game , me or you ? When I git ready , we move . Not before ! When I git ready , get me ! He ai n't got no noive . He 's yellow , get me ? All de engineers is yellow . Dey got streaks a mile wide . Aw , to hell wit him ! Let 's move , youse guys . We had a rest . Come on , she needs it ! Give her pep ! It ai n't for him . Him and his whistle , dey do n't belong . But we belong , see ! We gotter feed de baby ! Come on ! Forgot nothin ’ ! To hell wit washin ’ . Aw say , youse guys . Lemme alone . Ca n't youse see I 'm tryin ’ to tink ? Yes , tink ! Tink , dat 's what I said ! What about it ? Love , hell ! Hate , dat 's what . I 've fallen in hate , get me ? Say ! Wait a moment ! Is all dat straight goods ? Hell ! Law ! Hell ! Governments ! Hell ! God ! Aw , join de Salvation Army ! Aw ! She was all white . I tought she was a ghost . Sure . Aw ! Aw , choke dat off , see ! Say ! What yuh tryin ’ to do , kid me , yuh old Harp ? I 'll brain her ! I 'll brain her yet , wait ‘ n ’ see !Say , is dat what she called me — a hairy ape ? Hairy ape , huh ? Sure ! Dat 's de way she looked at me , aw right . Hairy ape ! So dat 's me , huh ?Yuh skinny tart ! Yuh white-faced bum , yuh ! I 'll show yuh who 's a ape !Say , youse guys . I was bawlin ’ him out for pullin ’ de whistle on us . You heard me . And den I seen youse lookin ’ at somep'n and I tought he 'd sneaked down to come up in back of me , and I hopped round to knock him dead wit de shovel . And dere she was wit de light on her ! Christ , yuh coulda pushed me over with a finger ! I was scared , get me ? Sure ! I tought she was a ghost , see ? She was all in white like dey wrap around stiffs . You seen her . Kin yuh blame me ? She did n't belong , dat 's what . And den when I come to and seen it was a real skoit and seen de way she was lookin ’ at me — like Paddy said — Christ , I was sore , get me ? I do n't stand for dat stuff from nobody . And I flung de shovel — on'y she 'd beat it .I wished it 'd banged her ! I wished it 'd knocked her block off ! Yuh tink I made her sick , too , do yuh ? Just lookin ’ at me , huh ? Hairy ape , huh ?I 'll fix her ! I 'll tell her where to git off ! She 'll git down on her knees and take it back or I 'll bust de face offen her !I 'll find yuh ! I 'm comin ’ , d'yuh hear ? I 'll fix yuh , God damn yuh ! She done me doit ! She done me doit , did n't she ? I 'll git square wit her ! I 'll get her some way ! Git offen me , youse guys ! Lemme up ! I 'll show her who 's a ape ! I do n't see no grass , yuh boob .Clean , ai n't it ? Yuh could eat a fried egg offen it . The white wings got some job sweepin ’ dis up .Where 's all de white-collar stiffs yuh said was here — and de skoits — her kind ? Aw , hell ! I do n't see noone , see — like her . All dis gives me a pain . It do n't belong . Say , ai n't dere a backroom around dis dump ? Let 's go shoot a ball . All dis is too clean and quiet and dolled-up , get me ! It gives me a pain . Sure ting I do ! Did n't I try to git even wit her in Southampton ? Did n't I sneak on de dock and wait for her by de gangplank ? I was goin ’ to spit in her pale mug , see ! Sure , right in her pop-eyes ! Dat woulda made me even , see ? But no chanct . Dere was a whole army of plain clothes bulls around . Dey spotted me and gimme de bum 's rush . I never seen her . But I 'll git square wit her yet , you watch !De lousey tart ! She tinks she kin get away wit moider — but not wit me ! I 'll fix her ! I 'll tink of a way ! De more de merrier when I gits started . Bring on de gang ! Take a slant at dat ! Give it de once-over ! Monkey fur — two t'ousand bucks !Is dat straight goods — monkey fur ? What de hell —? Trowin ’ it up in my face ! Christ ! I 'll fix her ! Votes , hell ! Votes is a joke , see . Votes for women ! Let dem do it ! Git away from me ! Yuh 're yellow , dat 's what . Force , dat 's me ! De punch , dat 's me every time , see ! Huh ! Huh ! G'wan ! Tell it to Sweeney !Say , who d'yuh tink yuh 're bumpin ’ ? Tink yuh own de oith ? G'wan ! I see yuh , all in white ! I see yuh , yuh white-faced tart , yuh ! Hairy ape , huh ? I 'll hairy ape yuh ! At last ! Bus , huh ? I 'll bust yuh ! Steel . Dis is de Zoo , huh ? I musta been dreamin ’ . I tought I was in a cage at de Zoo — but de apes do n't talk , do dey ? I was a fireman — stokin ’ on de liners .I 'm a hairy ape , get me ? And I 'll bust youse all in de jaw if yuh do n't lay off kiddin ’ me . Sure ting ! Ai n't dat what youse all are — apes ?A VOICE —I 'll show yuh who 's a ape , yuh bum ! De guard ? Yuh mean de keeper , do n't yuh ? Aw , yuh 're all wrong ! Sure dere was a skoit in it — but not what youse mean , not dat old tripe . Dis was a new kind of skoit . She was dolled up all in white — in de stokehole . I tought she was a ghost . Sure . Her hands — dey was skinny and white like dey was n't real but painted on somep'n . Dere was a million miles from me to her — twenty-five knots a hour . She was like some dead ting de cat brung in . Sure , dat 's what . She did n't belong . She belonged in de window of a toy store , or on de top of a garbage can , see ! Sure !But would yuh believe it , she had de noive to do me doit . She lamped me like she was seein ’ somep'n broke loose from de menagerie . Christ , yuh 'd oughter seen her eyes !But I 'll get back at her yet , you watch ! And if I can n't find her I 'll take it out on de gang she runs wit . I 'm wise to where dey hangs out now . I 'll show her who belongs ! I 'll show her who 's in de move and who ai n't . You watch my smoke ! Wreckers , dat 's de right dope ! Dat belongs ! Me for dem ! I 'd like to catch dat senator guy alone for a second . I 'd loin him some trute ! I got him . So dey blow up tings , do dey ? Dey turn tings round , do dey ? Hey , lend me dat paper , will yuh ? Tanks . I can n't read much but I kin manage .Sure — her old man — president of de Steel Trust — makes half de steel in de world — steel — where I tought I belonged — drivin ’ trou — movin ’ — in dat — to make HER — and cage me in for her to spit on ! ChristHe made dis — dis cage ! Steel ! IT do n't belong , dat 's what ! Cages , cells , locks , bolts , bars — dat 's what it means !— holdin ’ me down wit him at de top ! But I 'll drive trou ! Fire , dat melts it ! I 'll be fire — under de heap — fire dat never goes out — hot as hell — breakin ’ out in de night — Or a hairy ape , yuh big yellow bum ! Look out ! Here I come ! Hello . I tought I 'd bumped into de wrong dump . Name ? Lemme tink . Dis burg is full of bulls , ai n't it ? Sure . Youse would n't for woilds . Sure . I 'm wise to dat . Aw , dat 's aw right , see .Aw , can it ! Youse need n't put me trou de toid degree . Ca n't youse see I belong ? Sure ! I 'm reg'lar . I 'll stick , get me ? I 'll shoot de woiks for youse . Dat 's why I wanted to join in . I know enough not to speak outa my toin .Aw , say ! I 'm reg'lar . I 'm wise to de game . I know yuh got to watch your step wit a stranger . For all youse know , I might be a plain-clothes dick , or somep'n , dat 's what yuh 're tinkin ’ , huh ? Aw , forget it ! I belong , see ? Ask any guy down to de docks if I do n't . Ai n't there no password — no grip nor nothin ’ ? Yuh mean to say yuh always run wide open — like dis ? Sure , I 'll come out wit it . I 'll show youse I 'm one of de gang . Dere 's dat millionaire guy , Douglas — What 's dat , yuh Sheeny bum , yuh ! So dem boids do n't tink I belong , neider . Aw , to hell wit ‘ em ! Dey 're in de wrong pew — de same old bull — soapboxes and Salvation Army — no guts ! Cut out an hour offen de job a day and make me happy ! Gimme a dollar more a day and make me happy ! Tree square a day , and cauliflowers in de front yard — ekal rights — a woman and kids — a lousey vote — and I 'm all fixed for Jesus , huh ? Aw , hell ! What does dat get yuh ? Dis ting 's in your inside , but it ai n't your belly . Feedin ’ your face — sinkers and coffee — dat do n't touch it . It 's way down — at de bottom . Yuh can n't grab it , and yuh can n't stop it . It moves , and everyting moves . It stops and de whole woild stops . Dat 's me now — I do n't tick , see ?— I 'm a busted Ingersoll , dat 's what . Steel was me , and I owned de woild . Now I ai n't steel , and de woild owns me . Aw , hell ! I can n't see — it 's all dark , get me ? It 's all wrong !Say , youse up dere , Man in de Moon , yuh look so wise , gimme de answer , huh ? Slip me de inside dope , de information right from de stable — where do I get off at , huh ? A POLICEMAN —You 'll get off at the station , you boob , if you do n't get up out of that and keep movin ’ . Sure ! Lock me up ! Put me in a cage ! Dat 's de on'y answer yuh know . G'wan , lock me up ! Say , where do I go from here ? Welcome to your city , huh ? Hail , hail , de gang 's all here !Say , yuh 're some hard-lookin ’ guy , ai n't yuh ? I seen lots of tough nuts dat de gang called gorillas , but yuh 're de foist real one I ever seen . Some chest yuh got , and shoulders , and dem arms and mits ! I bet yuh got a punch in eider fist dat 'd knock ‘ em all silly !Sure , I get yuh . Yuh challenge de whole woild , huh ? Yuh got what I was sayin ’ even if yuh muffed de woids .And why would n't yuh get me ? Ai n't we both members of de same club — de Hairy Apes ?So yuh 're what she seen when she looked at me , de white-faced tart ! I was you to her , get me ? On'y outa de cage — broke out — free to moider her , see ? Sure ! Dat 's what she tought . She was n't wise dat I was in a cage , too — worser'n yours — sure — a damn sight — ‘ cause you got some chanct to bust loose — but me —Aw , hell ! It 's all wrong , ai n't it ?I s'pose yuh wanter know what I 'm doin ’ here , huh ? I been warmin ’ a bench down to de Battery — ever since last night . Sure . I seen de sun come up . Dat was pretty , too — all red and pink and green . I was lookin ’ at de skyscrapers — steel — and all de ships comin ’ in , sailin ’ out , all over de oith — and dey was steel , too . De sun was warm , dey was n't no clouds , and dere was a breeze blowin ’ . Sure , it was great stuff . I got it aw right — what Paddy said about dat bein ’ de right dope — on'y I could n't get IN it , see ? I could n't belong in dat . It was over my head . And I kept tinkin ’ — and den I beat it up here to see what youse was like . And I waited till dey was all gone to git yuh alone . Say , how d'yuh feel sittin ’ in dat pen all de time , havin ’ to stand for ‘ em comin ’ and starin ’ at yuh — de white-faced , skinny tarts and de boobs what marry ‘ em — makin ’ fun of yuh , laughin ’ at yuh , gittin ’ scared of yuh — damn ‘ em !Sure ! Dat 's de way it hits me , too . On'y yuh 're lucky , see ? Yuh do n't belong wit ‘ em and yuh know it . But me , I belong wit ‘ em — but I do n't , see ? Dey do n't belong wit me , dat 's what . Get me ? Tinkin ’ is hard —It 's dis way , what I 'm drivin ’ at . Youse can sit and dope dream in de past , green woods , de jungle and de rest of it . Den yuh belong and dey do n't . Den yuh kin laugh at ‘ em , see ? Yuh 're de champ of de woild . But me — I ai n't got no past to tink in , nor nothin ’ dat 's comin ’ , on'y what 's now — and dat do n't belong . Sure , you 're de best off ! Yuh can n't tink , can yuh ? Yuh can n't talk neider . But I kin make a bluff at talkin ’ and tinkin ’ — a'most git away wit it — a'most !— and dat 's where de joker comes in .I ai n't on oith and I ai n't in heaven , get me ? I 'm in de middle tryin ’ to separate ‘ em , takin ’ all de woist punches from bot ’ of ‘ em . Maybe dat 's what dey call hell , huh ? But you , yuh 're at de bottom . You belong ! Sure ! Yuh 're de on'y one in de woild dat does , yuh lucky stiff !And dat 's why dey gotter put yuh in a cage , see ?Sure ! Yuh get me . It beats it when you try to tink it or talk it — it 's way down — deep — behind — you ‘ n ’ me we feel it . Sure ! Bot ’ members of dis club !What de hell ! T ’ hell wit it ! A little action , dat 's our meat ! Dat belongs ! Knock ‘ em down and keep bustin ’ ‘ em till dey croaks yuh wit a gat — wit steel ! Sure ! Are yuh game ? Dey 've looked at youse , ai n't dey — in a cage ? Wanter git even ? Wanter wind up like a sport ‘ stead of croakin ’ slow in dere ?Sure ! Yuh 're reg'lar ! Yuh 'll stick to de finish ! Me ‘ n ’ you , huh ?— bot ’ members of this club ! We 'll put up one last star bout dat 'll knock ‘ em offen deir seats ! Dey 'll have to make de cages stronger after we 're trou !Pardon from de governor ! Step out and shake hands ! I 'll take yuh for a walk down Fif ’ Avenoo . We 'll knock ‘ em offen de oith and croak wit de band playin ’ . Come on , Brother .Shake — de secret grip of our order .Hey , I did n't say , kiss me .Say — dey oughter match him — wit Zybszko . He got me , aw right . I 'm trou . Even him did n't tink I belonged .Christ , where do I get off at ? Where do I fit in ?Aw , what de hell ! No squakin ’ , see ! No quittin ’ , get me ! Croak wit your boots on !In de cage , huh ?Ladies and gents , step forward and take a slant at de one and only —— one and original — Hairy Ape from de wilds of —