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128 CAIRO TO DAMASCUS a federation of labor unions was not. A minimum-wage rule granted some five piastres a day—fifteen cents, a sum usually paid to child labor. Skilled, organized workers received up to about one dollar a day, or less than seven dollars for a 48-hour week, to support usually large families. Unorganized labor, which was in the great majority, got less—thirty to forty-five cents a day, usually, while a policeman earned about $4.50 weekly, plus whatever graft he could pick up. Leaving Kamel, I attempted to contact an avowed Communist, Fadhi el Ramli of the Socialist Front. No one knew where he could be found. After four days of guarded inquiry, I ventured to ask someone in the Press Department of the Arab League. To my amazement he looked into his address book and said: "Ramli's telephone number is 57381." I telephoned at once, and spoke with Mrs. Ramli. I finally induced her to let me visit her home because of something "very important" I had to tell. I found the Ramlis living in a poverty-stricken area. Their home was on the second floor of an indescribably run-down tenement. The place was almost barren of furniture. A frightfully dark hole which I thought was a closet turned out to be an Egyptian poor-man's kitchenette—a blackish sink, a dripping faucet, surrounded by rat holes. Mrs. Ramli pointed to her son, a chubby little fellow having his feet washed in a dishpan. "Him name Stalin," she said proudly. I had candy with me and gave it to Baby Stalin. To Mrs. Ramli I offered Life Savers. If she had not been emancipated, I could never have met her face to face in her home. After tales of my association with "Henri Vallas, goot demokrat,"2 and considerable persuasion, I convinced Mrs. Ramli to 2 Unwittingly, but due mainly to his former association with the Progressive Party, Henrry Wallace had become acceptable to Communists and leftist democrats alike throughout the Middle East. Although I had met Mr. Wallace briefly—only once, while he was vice president—I confess, with apologies to the well-intentioned Democrat who kept such bad political company, that I professed to know him much better than I actually did.