The Daily Worker Newspaper, March 3, 1924, Page 6

Page Six THE DAILY WORKER THE DAILY WORKER | Published by the DAILY WORKER PUBLISHING CO., 1640 N. Halsted St., Chicago, Tl. (Phone: Lincoln 7680.) SUBSCRIPTION RATES By mail: $6.00 per year $3.50..6 months $2.00..8 months By mail (in Chicago only): $4.50. .6 rege 24 $2.50. .3 months Address all mail-and make out checks to THE DAILY WORKER 1640 N. Halsted Street J. LOUIS ENGDAHL } WILLIAM F, DUNNE MORITZ J. LOEB.........-.+ Entered as second-class mail Sept. 21 1928 at the Post- Office at Chicago, Ill., under the ‘act of March 3, 1879. a Advertising rates on application. IMPEACH COOLIDGE! The Day We Celebrate The revolutionary workers of the world whose minds are set on the achievement of a change from the present system of exploitation of the workers by the capitalists to one where all the people shall be producers and all class divisions disappear under the golden era of Communism, celebrate March 5th as the fifth anniversary of the establishment of the Com- munist International, the guiding hand and the inspiration of the world revolutionary movement. | Founded at a moment when the fires of re- volt swept thru Europe and the working class, under the lash of necessity were ready to burst their chains and establish their own rule upon the ashes of capitalist imperialism, only to find themselves hampered and betrayed by their renegade leaders, the false prophets of social- ism, the Communist International rallied to- gether the scattered forces of the revolution-| ary proletariat and built up a real world power, cohesive and disciplined, that recog- nizes only one enemy, capitalism, and has only one loyalty, the emancipation of the working class from capitalist rule. | In. every country of any importance a sec- tion of the Communist International today has} its being. While demoralization has wrecked | aid shattered the ranks of the traitorous yel-| low socialists, the battalions of Communism | are every day gaining in power. The Second International is no more. Ashamed to see its face in the social mirror it slunk away into a corner and emerged with a new name but with the same brand of Cain on its brow: The King’s ministers and the murderers of the revo- lutionary workers who composed its leader- ship sit with the capitalist rulers and act as their shock troops in their efforts to salvage | the dying capitalist order. rengers.. of capitalism are being exposed to the workers as betrayers, the new Communist leadership is coming into its own. The great Soviet Republic of Russia, covering one-sixth of the earth’s surface, is under its banner, the masses of the workers in Europe are follownig its lead. As the topheavy structure of capitalism sways on its rotten foundation, the masses look around for guid-| ance thru the critical hour when evolution gives birth to a new order, and their eyes fall on the disciplined, determined Communist parties, that rally them under the slogan of the rule of the exploited workers and farmers thru | the dictatorship of the proletariat. | The DAILY WORKER, the only Communist daily. in the English language, greets the Com- munist International on its fifth anniversary -and calls on the workers of the United States to celebrate March 5, which marks the day on which there came into existence the world force destined to lead the oppressed masses of the world to freedom. Long live the Communist International! IMPEACH COOLIDGE! $8.00 per year Chicago, Illinois ec penaceeesione sia Editors Business Manager “Our Government’’ - The dollar patriots and unadulterated Americans will soon celebrate another great victory. And they will have good cause to do so. The Interstate Commerce Commission is about to issue an order, under Section 28 of the Merchant Marine Act, that all freight car- ried in United States vessels is to be granted lower railroad rates. Those who will ship in American bottoms will have to pay less for their railroad freight than those who don’t choose to help American capitalist shipping interests. The latter will be penalized and will pay higher rail freight rates. i Let us rejoice now that this great boost will be given to “our” merchant marine! Once more the American flag of commerce will rule the waves—and also waive the rules. But be- fore we do any rejoicing at this great glory to be garnered by our mighty Republic, it would not be out of place to ask a few questions. Admittedly this is a roundabout way by means of which the shipping interests are to be given the fabulous bonus that Congress re- fused them last year. Apparently the central- ization of government in this country has made such great headway that what the legislative department of our State, the nearest to the masses, refuses to do, the executive depart- ment, here the Interstate Commerce Commis- sion, the furthest away from the masses, can do with ease and without incurring the oppo- sition of the people. Yet, where is \all the noise about paternal- izing that the capitalists usually emit when a request for help for needy workers is made upon the government? Where are all the arguments against the destruction of individual initiative that are \ UATE SCEUCTVC A NRRL IN rs ate showered upon us when we ask the government to help workers who are out of jobs and out of hope? Where are all the times of legal precedents going to be hidden, the ponderous law books that thunder against interference with the sanctity of freedom of contract? deny that this ruling very definitely writes the shipping contracts and compels the acceptance of certain shippers in preference to others. Why doesn’t the government reduce the freight rates for the bankrupt farmers, but rushes to the rescue of the millionaire ship owners? Why doesn’t the government grant a bonus to the ex-soldier masses who bled and ‘fought for the safety of dollar democracy, but, thru a back door, fills the coffers of our shipping lords with hundreds of millions of dollars? Why is it paternalism, a menace to individ- ual initiative, a violation of the sanctity of freedom of contract, and against the constitu- tion when the government is called upon to help the needy workers, but not so and even declared to be in the interest of the country when the government squanders billions of dollars on the wealthy capitalists? The answer is this: “Our” government is not ours. It is not owned by the working and farming classes. “Our” government is owned body and soul, outright, by our capitalist ex- ploiters. IMPEACH COOLIDGE! A Frank Confession It is very seldom that the militarists and capitalist imperialists are frank enough to confess the guiding purpose of all their plans veiled by national honor, historical destiny and such other pure cant peddled by our rulers. At the hearings on Philippine independence conducted by the House Committee on Insular Affairs, Secretary of War Weeks ripped the mask off his ugly imperial face and told the truth about our lofty interest in the “back- ward” islands. Mr. Weeks who is associated with Hornblower and Weeks, one of the big- gest banking institutions in the country, told the Committee that America couldn’t get out of the Philippines unless the scores of millions of dollars of Filipino bonds held by American investors are guaranteed payment. We do not want to appear too suspicious. {We do not want to inquire about the extent to which our Secretary of War and his banking clique own these bonds, tho we feel that a congressional investigation might shed some welcome light on this rather interesting prob- lem. Still we do know that the farmers, the workers, and the great mass of people in gen- eral do not own one cent of these investments and haven’t the slightest interest in maintain- ing American domination of the Islands. On the contrary, experience has taught us that the most fundamental interests of our exploit- ed masses demand an immediate withdrawal from the Philippines of our military forces and imperial gangmen of the type of the labor- hating General Wood and his militarist cabinet. This frank confession of our Secretary of War Weeks should inspire our workers to de- mand that Wall Street and its Coolidge gov- ernment get out of the Philippines and allow the brave Filipino people to have their national freedom. This frank confession should serve as a lightning-rod to the farmers and workers to get into the fight to end the mad rush of our exploiters toward world domination. It is in our own interest, in the interest of our very security and peace, that Weeks and Wood and their whole coterie of imperialist looters should be driven to cover. IMPEACH COOLIDGE! White House Pipelines Many have been wondering when “Cautious Cal” Coolidge will be thrown into the oil well. In these days of uncoveries and discoveries it is a huge surprise to find the landlord of the White House not bedraggled with the national siime in the world’s greatest oil center. But now the surprise has been completely thrown over the brink of political ruin. Even so hard-boiled a waterfront politician as the Puritanic Coolidge could not long avoid the fatal shampoo now being administered to our political gods. At last the President has had his head washed. At last the Sinclair-Doheny pipelines to the White House have been dis- covered. Of course it was commonplace for sometime amongst those who have had their hands on the pulse of our national body-politic that Coolidge was not as pure as the volume of his pretensions might tend to indicate to the inno- cent. For instance, Coolidge was a member of the cabinet when the leases were aired. The Chief Executive presided over the Senate when La Follette first introduced his now his- toric resolution that turned a tempest in a Teapot into a veritable earthquake. Yet, we held our breath and said let’s wait. Our pa- tience has been rewarded. Let the chief explainer Coolidge explain why McLean sought “easy and quick access to the White House.” Let Coolidge do a bit more bluffing to be- fuddle the minds of the flock as to why Mr. Smithers, the chief White House telegrapher, was McLean’s favorite operator and why this chosen wire-puller “liked the job’? Above all, why did the first secret service man of the White House monkey around with McLean at Palm Beach? The pipe lines of oil lead straight into Cool- idge’s chambers. Let @bolidge invite himself to the Teapot committee, IMPEACH COOLIDGE! , L. No one will/E Are You Re By IURY LIBEDINSKY Published by THE DAILY WORK- nt with lew York Coyprighted, 1923, by B. W. R thru special arran; B. W., Huebsch, Inc, of City. Huebsch & Co. “4% * (WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE) The Russian Communist Party branch is governing this frontier city and fighting the counter- revolution. Earlier installments tell of the fuel shortage that pre- vents seed grain from being fetched on the railroad. The Party meeting decides to send the Red Army far away for fuel, at the risk of leaving the city gpen for bandits and counter-revolutionists. It also decides to conscript the local bourgeoisie for wood cutting in a near-by park, Varied types of party members are flashed on the screen: Klimin, the efficient president of the branch, who still finds time to have a sweetheart; Robeiko, the consumptive, whose devotion is killing him; Gornuikh, the brilliant youth of 19 on the Cheka; Matusenko, the luxury- loving place-hunter and Stalmak- hov, a practical workingman revo- lutionist. Last issue brings the startling news that Serezha Suri- kov, a chekist had been buried alive by counter-revolutionists, far out on the Steppes. Klimin and Stalmakhov talk of their friend who was too sensitive and tender hearted for the stern work of the revolution. In this issue Klimin reads a farewell letter from Suri- kov, written before his capture by the enemy.— (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY). P66 Cee CHAPTER VIII—Continued. ¢éy ISTEN, Aniuta” . . . for the first time he called her by her name and she blushed with happiness and emotion . .. “don’t ask me, don’t pay any attention. . . » It’s stupid, but I feel as if something were hanging over us all. A fellow can work, work like the devil, but ... you can’t keep track of everything. With me it’s just a feeling, but one Chekist, a very clever, sharp fellow, has been insisting all this week that there is some plot in the town which we have not yet discovered. And you know, to tell the truth, I am afraid of something... .” She was already sitting beside him. “Klimin, you have overworked, you have simply overworked your- self and are tired out. You want freshening up. When the fuel- getting is over, go off for a visit to Moscow. You'll come back and get to work again with new strength. I judge by myself. I dawdled about in Moscow for near- Ty two moriths, was at “two con- gresses, talked with comrades from abroad heard TIlyitch (Lenin), Lunacharsky, and, do you know, I got homesick for our little town, for our litle work, and now am getting dowy to it again with sat- isfaction. “You can’t do what we have to do at a single sitting, and these moments of rest are inevitable. .. . I know, many think, there’s Sim- kova, hard as flint, always full of energy and free from doubts. Not long ago a comrade from the Politdep said that to me, you probably know him... Martuinov. “T said nothing, of course, be- cause the weak should always know and feel that some one is stronger than they, but, inside my- self, I laughed. If that Martuinov only knew how doubtful I can sometimes be. . . « “On the way here, I travelled from station to station, and every- where, on the station, in the wag- ons, everywhere the same picture, the same complaints, and you could not help seeing how the people are suffering. “At one railway station there was a sort of big staircase, and | from top to bottom it was covered with people. Men, women, children ; cit Ress tin Workers Reach Accrossi [Bail fut™ntt tt “tines whe, eae to help Germ @n oe Geaneuies es a VORP TRE Me Ce: op eho t of 30 days for .contempt of court, |* loo «/ or the, wor, King last night moved his typewriter | P! MPM dtsma to the’ coll installed, s outfit, eee ds ne ae ee (By F. S, R. Pi ) be e X cde Si es ee ec pr gle on i He ' iterna- \ a other countries and aid German Workers Gain Confidence in Workers of Other Lands Given by capi. |mitee tor What Do You Think of Our First Story? The DAILY WORKER wants to its readers think of the 1 it offers to its have published f this gripping appes: todi tting, its character, far as we have gone? We want our read- | ere to let us know. Write down your views and send them in to the DAILY WORKER, Halsted St., | Chica, Publish as many of we can find space for. lay. Write today. eee lying on the steps, together with their pitiable dirty belongings, and on all their faces thin spider’s webs of wrinkles of care and mis- ery, under a veil of many. days’ dirt. And close by in the buffet there was a speculator ) eating cakes while a hungry homeless little boy watched his mouth greedily, end, when he was given something for charity, went down on the floor to count the dirty scraps of paper money to see if he had enough for cigarettes. And down that terrible staircase, step- ing carefully, squeamishly ..... . squeamishly is the word ... came some smart Commissar. or other with a Communist’ star glittering on his breast, and he put down his lacquered boots so carefully among those weary, dirty bodies, and came down and ate cakes with the speculators. And in that crowd there. were louse-ridden, starving children . . . I looked at the pic- ture: it was snowing outside and there was a biting wind... and then a child, altogether naked, ran out on the cold granite steps, and made water like a little wild beast, on the shining asphalt of the sta- tion front. Just think how many of them must catch cold and die at the station! “And while I was looking at that staircase, down which, so squeam- ishly choosing the clean places among the heaps of living dirty bodies, came the fat speculator and the elegant Soviet worker, sudden- ly the idea dawned on me that it was so in Ancient Rome, in Judea at the time of Christ, in the Middle Ages and, not long ago, under Capitalism. And I felt so wretch- ed ...I felt I should like to lie on that staircase, beside those people, be covered with their ever- lasting dirt, take their lice on my body, and lie there till I died, mov- ing now and then, to make a way for polished boots. “But sometimes, suddenly, you'll notice a face in the crowd and on it such a proud, human anger against the possessors of clean clothes and shining boots, and it’s clear- at once that that very anger is a guarantee, of our victory. . .. Not now, but some time in the f ture... . So long as such faces are to be found in a crowd of beggars, it means that the time will come, and we shall win.” -She was silent for a minute. “Yes ... I talked a great deal with the peasants on the stations. I know how to talk to them in such a way that they never guess that I am of the Party, and talk quite straight. It’s amazing how hard, alien and incomprehensible life is for this working, human being, the peasant, in our workers’ and peas- ants’ republic. . . . They live side by side with us, see the Revolution with their own eyes, hear it with their own ears ... and understand nothing at all. ‘If one could only arrange a sort of meeting of all Russia and in simple words, like Robeiko knows how to talk, tell them about everything.” Klimin smiled at her. “Tell them. .. . They won't Communism too openly and direct- ly? They don’t read our books and they. make cigarettes of our newspapers. No, Anuita, it’s all much more complicated: than that. We have to rebuild their. lives. They are savages, living side by side with us but still in the Middle Ages .... they believe in sorcerers and for them we are only a special sort of. sorcerers, benevolent at best. We must destroy those drab villages, those groups of. dirty nests in. which they roost and put in.a museum their primitive plows and harrows... .” Both were silent; he took her hand and looked at her, saying nothing, and for her it was as if the whole of ‘her were collected into the little bit of her that touch- ed his hand, and she replied to his caréss ‘by pressing her cheek to his hot hand. A painfifl, power- ful ecstasy rose from the depths of his being; he pressed firmly’ to himself this beloved, desired body, and kissed again her hands, cheeks and lips... .. Suddenly there was knocking at the door, and'they heard the sugar- ed voice of the landlady: “Comrade, here’s some sort of peasant asking for you! He wants to know if Comrade Klimin is here. Says it’s on important business, ” “Call him here,” said Simkovu. The door opened and a human fi came into the dark room. Klimin snapped a benzine cigar- ette-lighter and with its uncertain light lit up the absolutely unfa- miliar face of a bearded mouzhik standing before them. But before Klimiin could ask a question, before he had time to wonder at the unknown man, a fa- ualiee voice said quietly and hur- ied! irda Klimin, I have had a job to find you. There is a revolt in the town... .”° | “Revolt?” both exclaimed to- gether. Simkova took a Mauser pistol from the wall, loaded it quickly and hung it on her belt. Klimin. caught the mouzhik by the hand. “It’s you, Gornuikh? | Tell me what has happened.” “Tt’s a long story. I disguised myself as a peasant, made up my face, joined the crowd and acci- dentally learnt the whale thing. ++. I know that there is a revolt today, that bands are coming, probably have already arrived. I wanted to telephone, but the field telephone has already been cut, and you know what the town one fs Tike. .-.-.”. Simkova put on her shawl and jacket. They went out into the street. A soft warm wind was blowing. The earth was rejoicing in the Spring. The gutters mur- mured in the darkness. And the bent peasant, with a big beard and Gornuikh’s voice went on to say: “We are three, and we’ll do what we can. Klimin, you go to the Cheka and get together as many of the lads as you can find. Comrade Simkova had better go to the Com- munist Company. I'll go to the way station. The. town is prob- ably already surrounded, but look- ing like this I'll be able to get thru the lines and rouse the railway mef. The main thing is not to lose the station. Quick... .” Gornuikh shook hands firmly as a farewell, and then he was al- ready walking. away, no longer Gornuikh, but ‘a tall peasant with a long beard. Simkova also said goodbye, shook hands and went off, but then turned and ran back and kissed him with warm lips. Klimin walked with quick light strides towards the Corgmission, pressed his revolver with his hand, and, as always in time of danger, was. calm and’ coll |, .watched everything with a vigilant eye, lis- tened carefully to. every sound, but, all the same, it was just as if a understand. Haven’t these same | Vital part of his own body had been working peasants killed enough of our agitators and political workers simply _beca they preached ‘ torn away from him, torn out with blood and: nerves. ... (To Be Continued Tuesday) Aid), cf which the Friends of Soviet R and, Workers’ Germany is the American branch. The: American workers are anx- ious to keep these kitchens supplied and functioning. From all parts of the country comes word of tag days, house to house canvasses, benefit en- tertainments—all for the benefit of the German workers. From differ- ent corners of the land come letters from workers, thmselves skimping along with the bare necessities of life; yet sending something for their German brothers. It is time to send the second month’s maintenance of the Ameri- can Soup Kitchen opened in Ger- many on January 29th. The amount required is $2,000, All contributions should be sent to the National Of- fice, Friends of Soviet Russia and Workers’ Germany, 32 South Wabash Avenue, Chicago, ois, ‘ Edits Paper from Cell When Jailed in Contempt Case WAUKEGAN, Ill, Mar, 2.—Ralph j body. Next he tried to run for e county |i," in an $800,000 AS WE SEE IT By T. J. O’FLAHERTY. There is no danger of revolution- aty ideas capturing the bulk of Amer- ican citizens, declared S, S. McClure, \north of Ireland Orangeman in a speech delivered before the Execu- tives Club in the Hotel Sherman a few days ago. The speaker is the pub- lisher of McClure’s magazine. The circulation of standard American magazines is forty millions a month he informed his hearers, while that of “Red” periodicals is only 100,000. McClure is much more modest in his estimate of the number of “red” periodicals in circulation than the the American Defense Society which sets the figure at several millions. Anybody with a brain adjusted to read McClure’s truth is proof against radicalism. Absolutely! 7 © © How little capitalists care about agreements is again demonstrated in the case of the milk distributors of Chicago. They recently made an agreement with the producers of Lake County and the Chicago milk produc- ing district to pay the farmers $2.67% cents per hundred pounds for their milk. They are living up to that agreement, but—they are also bringing in milk in large quantities from southern Wisconsin and pur- chasing it for $2.10 per hundred weight. Not alone are the milk dis- tributors violating the strike agree- ment but they are also violating the health department regulations of the city of Chicago in bringing in milk without having passed inspection. The health department could stop this smuggling on the part of the | Bowman and Borden Dairy companies if it was not partial to the trust as was demonstrated during the milk strike. Another instance of capital- ist politicians favoring their owners. “+* # «© His Holiness the Pope is getting quite excited over the shimmy. So great is his anxiety lest his celibate agents should glide away from his spiritual sezerainty to the strains of a jazz orchestra that he caused to be published in the Osservatore Romano, organ of the Vatican, an article en- dorsing the recent stand taken by Cardinal Begin, archbishop of Quebec against the Jazz peril. If the Pope suggested that his flock should use their heads rather than their feet some justification might be found for his ukase but he fears that the use of either in any except forms supplied by him might result in financial dif- ficulties for the great religious opium joint on the Tiber. * 2 # 6 The Ku Klux Klan is sure making a record for itself as a cleansing ele- ment in American public life. A Ku Klux Klan candidate was declared elected in Texas a short time ago. is name is Earle B. Maytield. It ‘|now appears that he worked his elec- tion just the same as John L. Lewis works his, A recount shows that Mayfield’s opponent George E. B. Peddy actually received in one pre- cinct 229 votes tho he was credited by the Mayfield Kluxers with 77 votes. The Klan certainly stands for law and order and the constitution! * * * * Those of our readers who may owe a friend a ten dollar bill and are worrying their heads off as to how ‘they may be able to scrape enough money to pay it back should take heart from the fact that the United States government, the richest and most powerful on earth owes over thirty billions. How this country has made progress since 1912 is shown by the fact that in that year the debts of all governments in the U. S. national, state, county, city, etc., were only $6,814,955,000, But do not feel so bad about it, our bankers are drawing over One and a Quarter Bil- lions of Dollars a year on it. * * .* Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt has changed her church after more than a 57 year attendance at the fashion- able St. Bartholomew's in New York. She has applied for seats in St. Thomas’s another Protestant Episco- pal church. . The reason for the change is the doubt in the mind of the * rector of St. Bartholomew's of the virgin birth theory. Dr, Leighton Parks, the rector, challenged Bishop Manning to try him for heresy. Re- ligion is a good deal like wine; it grows better with age. No doubt (Mrs. Vanderbilt likes her wine when it is ancient, also her religion. She bas the price so she can have her choice. * *. . * Governor General Leonard Wood has received from Pope Pius, the medal of peace in recognition of the governor’s “services to humanity.” This leaves us somewhat up in the air. What has the general done for humanity aside from acting as the tax master of the American capitalists ih the Philippines? He tried to lead an army into France to fight the Germans and was diagnosed unfit by Woodrow Wilson. ‘oo fat in the resi- dent of the United States on an iors Soap platform. He failed. Too fat in the head. Being fully qualified, mentally and physically he was re- warded by the Republican Party for his services to the money power by ‘ing made governor general of the 8. son recently figured Wall Street financial n but was shoved off the front “by the Teapot Dome. We are curious to know what favors he con- ferred ited oy pe for the medal. a ie graft between himself and the Vatican? qoeeratirs THE DAILY RKER.” Get one of