The Fantastic Story of Dust Bowl Dusty: His Long Road to Finding Gainful Employment
I found work at a gas station but I'm not making any money because no one can afford gas plus not many people have a car because the bank repossessed it. What a drag man!
I sure should have used better farming practices back in the day. This Dust Bowl is killing me. I have no crops, no livestock and my family left me. At least I still have my house!
Dusty's wife and kids are running away! Poor Dusty!
Life during the Great Depression isn't easy!
Nevermind. The bank took my house too. So now I'm riding the rails looking for work. Making my way to California to find a job. I have the Zeppelin song "Going to California" playing over and over again in my head.
Well, I actually ended up in D.C. as part of the Bonus Army protest. I am a veteran of WW I and I am demanding the bonus the gov't promised me. I am broke and I need my money. I got my buddies here to help out!
I really need a job! My wages didn't increase with inflation and I couldn't afford to feed my family. Can anyone spare a dime?
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The only way I got out of my financial situation was joining the army during World War II. Thank God for war!