Produced by Col Choat. HTML version by Al Haines. Jonah by Louis Stone CONTENTS PART 1 LARRIKINS ALL 1 SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE CORNER 2 JONAH EATS GREEN PEAS 3 CARDIGAN STREET AT HOME 4 JONAH DISCOVERS THE BABY 5 THE PUSH DEALS IT OUT 6 THE BABY DISCOVERS JONAH 7 A QUIET WEDDING 8 JONAH STARTS ON HIS OWN 9 PADDY'S MARKET 10 JONAH DECLARES WAR 11 THE COURTING OF PINKEY PART 2 THE SIGN OF THE "SILVER SHOE" 12 THE SIGN OF THE "SILVER SHOE" 13 A FAMILY IN EXILE 14 ADA MAKES A FRIEND 15 Mrs PARTRIDGE LENDS A HAND 16 A DEATH IN THE FAMILY 17 THE TWO-UP SCHOOL 18 THE "ANGEL" LOSES A CUSTOMER 19 THE PIPES OF PAN 20 Mrs PARTRIDGE MINDS THE SHOP 21 DAD WEEPS ON A TOMBSTONE 22 A FATAL ACCIDENT PART 1 LARRIKINS ALL CHAPTER 1 SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE CORNER One side of the street glittered like a brilliant eruption with the light from a row of shops; the other, lined with houses, was almost deserted, for the people, drawn like moths by the glare, crowded and jostled under the lights. It was Saturday night, and Waterloo, by immemorial habit, had flung itself on the shops, bent on plunder. For an hour past a stream of people had flowed from the back streets into Botany Road, where the shops stood in shining rows, awaiting the conflict. The butcher's caught the eye with a flare of colour as the light played on the pink and white flesh of sheep, gutted and skewered like victims for sacrifice; the saffron and red quarters of beef, hanging like the limbs of a dismembered Colossus; and the carcasses of pigs, the unclean beast of the Jews, pallid as a corpse. The butchers passed in and out, sweating and greasy, hoarsely crying the prices as they cut and hacked the meat. The people crowded about, sniffing the odour of dead flesh, hungry and brutal--carnivora seeking their prey. At the grocer's the light was reflected from the gay labels on tins and packages and bottles, and the air was heavy with the confused odour of tea, coffee and spices. Cabbages, piled in heaps against the door-posts of the greengrocer's, threw a rank smell of vegetables on the air; the fruit within, built in pyramids for display, filled the nostrils with the fragrant, wholesome scents of the orchard. The buyers surged against the barricade of counters, shouting their orders, contesting the ground inch by inch as they fought for the value of a penny. And they emerged staggering under the weight of their plunder, laden like ants with food for hungry mouths--the insatiable maw of the people. The push was gathered under the veranda at the corner of Cardigan Street, smoking cigarettes and discussing the weightier matters of life--horses and women. They were all young--from eighteen to twenty-five--for the larrikin never grows old. They leaned against the veranda posts, or squatted below the windows of the shop, which had been to let for months.