 There were rows of little shops. They were called labor sharks. And you'd go in and buy a job. It cost you $4 to get a little chit that entitled you to a job putting a new shaft in the silver mines or up at a logging camp. Well, you'd use up your road stake going up there. You'd work for a month, get paid, and get fired. Why? Because the foreman on the job was splitting the shark's fees with the shark in town, OK?