The Daily Worker Newspaper, March 5, 1924, Page 4

Page Four THE DAILY WORKER _fednesday, March 5, 1924 THE DAILY WORKER. | Published by the DAILY WORKER PUBLISHING CO., 1640 N. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill, (Phone: Lincoln 7680.) SUBSCRIPTION RATES By mail: 96.00 per year $3.50..6 months By mail (in Chica, $4.50. .6 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, 1923 at the Post- Office at Chicago, Ill, under the act of March 3, 1879. nan amen, a et ila te et Ba loam ci =" Advertising rates on application. The Three Internationals Tho in existence only. half a decade, the Com- munist International has already stamped an indelible imprint on the course of the historical development of society—the course of the class conflicts. The First International was the International of education. The First International laid the theoretical foundation and, under the leadership of Karl Marx, developed the philosophy of ac- tion for the subsequent international move- ments of the working class of the world. The Second International was the Inter- $2.00..8 months only): 98,00 per year $2.50..3 months Chicage, Ilinols national of’ organization. The Second Inter- national gave rise to the highly organized political and economic associations of national working class movements. This International marked the development of the working class movements from the dominantly propagandistic, educational stage, to the positively, strong or- ganizational stage. During this period educa- tion was being translated into organization and action, but in the main the action were circum- scribed by the very limits of organizational perfection attained by the Second International —principally the confines of the national boun- daries. The Second International succeeded in developing powerful national parties of the workers, parties capable of and sometimes engaged in mighty class actions within their respective countries. But this association did not attain the stage of firm international organ- ization of the workers. The Third (Communist) International was the first attempt at decisive international revolu- tionary action of the world’s oppressed. The Third International is the International of ac- tion. The Third International grew out of the imperiaist world war—during a period when the world was in the midst of the most violent ac- tion. In the Third International we have crys- tallized the education of scientific Marxism, the organization of the working class beyond the national lines and along the lines of inter- action of the working class. On this Wednesday, March 5, 1924, the Fifth Anniversary of the Communist International, voices of aspiring workers heard in all lands are proclaiming: “Hail the Communist International! Hail the World Social’ Revolution! Hail the victory of the Workers and Farmers!” Another White Hope The chaos prevailing in the ranks of the Republican and Democratic parties is far be- yond the comprehension of the “regular” edit- orial observers. Perhaps at no time before in the history of our country have the official stage managers of our capitalist political dramas been in such a nervous state of mind. |They are'running about from coast to coast, looking for someone who might be sold to the people as “pure of heart”. The Teapot scandal has raised particular havoc with the presidential timber of the Demo- cratic party. For the Republicans there has never been any serious question as to the nomi- nation of Coolidge. The Democrats, however, are up against it, since McAdoo has been put put of business. One of the’dark horses about to be trotted put in the Democratic stable is Mr. John W. Davis. As far as we are concerned we would not put a cent on his nose in the coming presi- dential. race. Apparently this gentleman is black enough for the owners of the Democratic party to make him a worthwhile dark horse. At this time when the country is somewhat agitated, to say the least, over the brazen man- ner in which the big interests have been gob- sling up our national resources, it would be most fitting to drop a few remarks about the quali- fications of this new Messiah from the Guggen- heim Barony of West Virginia. There could be chosen no better president to serve big inter- ests than this Mr. Davis. Coolidge himself would have a hard time keeping up with the services that Mr. Davis could render to Wall Street. This Democratic white hope has been employed as counsel for the big business inter- ests for many years. Among his most esteemed tlients have been J. P. Morgan & Co., the Con- solidation Coal Co., the Associated Press, and ‘the big rubber interests of the country. Applying the yard stick used by the Teapot politicians, we would say that Davis is eminent- ly qualified to serve as president for the em- ploying class. But we would like to draw the attention of the workers and farmers to the condition in which the donkey Democrats id themselves today when they must chose as their standard bearer either the counsel of Doheny or the counsel of Morgan. This incident pnee and for all disposes of the false claim of the Democratic party that it is not a party of the big interests. Join the Workers Party. PEND ERACN I) Hernenee atametcert es a p A Year of Dividends Talk of wage-decreases is again in the air. The employers and their, expensive economists are preparing the country for a new wage cut- ting campaign. That this drive has already as- sumed considerable momentum is evident from the findings of official government surveys which indicate very clearly that the wage ten- dency in the past few months has been down- ward, Since one of- the arguments that the bosses will employ for their wage-slashing plan will be poverty, an examination of the conditions of the capitalists in the last year will be most appropriate. According to the Federal Reserve Bank of New York the net profits irf a great number of the country’s important industries were bigger in 1928 than in any other year since the war. The annual reports of manufacturing, merchan- dising, railroad, and public utility corporations bear out the findings of the Government in- vestigators. Furthermore, an eminent financial student has also pointed out that in 1923 at least 445 concerns either declared dividends for the first time, resumed the payment of dividends, in- creased the amount of dividends paid, or paid out extra stock or cash allowances. Not a single month passed without some cor- poration taking action of this kind towards dividend payment. The average number of companies acting-in this direction every month was 37. In December there were 79 such cases. The United States Steel Corporation was a notable example of this mellon-cutting mania. These facts show that the. cry of poverty abou to be raised by the employing class is a plain falsehood. More than that. These facts establish that the new attempt to slash wages to the bone will be launched only to guarantee the continuation of, these giant profits. It is an iron law under capitalism that the fabulous dividends of the bosses invariably translate themselves into low wages and misery for the workers. The Hungarian Receivership Step by step American capitalists are ex- tending their sway over the destinies of the war-vanquished and less developed countries. The latest prize to fall into the lap of our financial overlords is Hungary. The Magyar country, bled to death by the reactionary Horthy dynasty, has accepted the program of the League of Nations for its reconstruction— a financial receivership. W. P. G. Harding who, as director of the Federal Reserve Board, imposed such high in- terest rates and served the big interests so shamefacedly that not.even Coolidge dared recommend him for re-appointment, has been appointed the Commissioner General. It is sig- nificant to note that it was American capital as represented by the Hoover Relief Adminis- tration that engineered the establishment of the bloodthirsty Horthy regime and now it is again American capital which is running to the rescue of the same black bands of reaction. As a matter of fact, the Hungarian royal clique expressly declared its preference for an American receiver on the ground, among other reasons, that it could influence American capi- talists most easily. Without doubt the coronation of Mr. Hard- ing will be followed by the floating of a huge loan in America to give a new breath of life to the present tyrants crushing the Hungarian working masses. Already, there is talking of a $50,000,000 loan of which at least $20,000,- 000 is to be floated in the United States. The conditions for such a loan would be the same as those given Austria when it was declared bankrupt. Austria is today a coolie colony of the international financiers amongst whom the American banking magnates reign with un- disputed supremacy. This Hungarian receivership marks another positive advance in the development of a Euro- pean policy for our ruling class. Again, the “reconstruction” of Europe along the lines most beneficial to the interests of our growing impefialist clique is in the cynosure of politics and business. Soon Hungary’s internal class conflicts. will become the concern of the American bankers and manufacturers more urgently than ever before. Bonds speak louder than abstract ideals and such hackneyed formulas as “self- determination” with our capitalists. And what concerns our bankers and industrialists con- cerns our government. ‘government unavoidably involves the fate and What concerns our welfare of the farming and working masses of our country. Bonds must be protected against striking Hungarian workers. American work- ingmen and farmers will be sent to the plains of Hungary to defend these bonds bringing huge interest to our exploiters. The Hungarian receivership will sow the seeds of new imperialist wars. It will be the toiling masses of the country that will pay in blood, with their lives, for the imperialist ven- tures of our capitalists. Join the Workers Party. It was rumored in Washington that the dif- ference between Hearst and Daugherty rose over a well known movie actress more famed for pulchritude than intelligence. Mr. Hearst, you are a specialist in news with a sex-angle. Let us in on the secret. Now that Ramsay MacDonald ig making an open breast of his correspondence with Poin- care he might throw some light on the ques- “tion: “When is @ pacifist not a pacifist?” ......' Are You Reading “A Week”? By IURY LIBEDINSKY Published by THE DAILY WORK- ER thru special arrangement with B. W. Huebsch, Inc., of New York City. Coyprighted, 1923, by B. W. Hushech & Ca” ee ee ee (WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE) he Russian Communist Party branch is governing this frontier | city and fighting the 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 open’ 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; Gernuikh, the brilliant youth of 19 on the Cheka; Matusenko, the luxury- loving place-hunter and Stalmak- hov, a practical workingman revo- lutionist. Gornuikh, disguised as a pleasant, overhears talk in the market place about a plot of counter-revolutionists to seize the town while the Red Army is away getting wood. The Communist company is summoned.—(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.) * . . CHAPTER IX—Continued. And Martuinov, half dozing, thought of how many of the work- men members of the Party could do more r nsible. Party work, and deal it with more Com- munistic tact, than certain intel- lectuals, but that the mechanism of the Party was so arranged as to push forward those who knew how to speak eloquently, preside . at meetings and manage them. And he compared Andreev and his dis- | jointed but sensible words with the crackling speeches of that respon- sible Communist, the director of the leather factory, who was so self-confident and at the same time so ignorant, did not understand the class struggle or the fundamental principles of the Party, but was able to hide his lack of knowledge under sounding phrases. And yet, on account of his authoritative baritone voice, his ability in man- aging a stormy meeting, and his skill in getting the right to speak out of his-turn, was elected every- where and considered very clever and capable, Suddenly © Martuinov’s sleepy thoughts were broken into by a loud noise in the passage. “There’s some one there,” Mar- tuinoy_ heard. And anxious voice, “Comrade Martuinov, do you hear?” 3 “It’s probably the orderly,” murmured Martuinov, ready to slip once more into his light sleep, “No, no. There’s something wrong,” cried Andreev, cocking the trigger of his gun. Martuinoy jumped up a crowd of people pouring thri the doors. Angry faces, dishevelled beards, hatchets and guns in thelr hands. “Bandits,” flashed into his mind. Probably killed the sentry . .. and now us .. .” But he had-not carried his thoughts to its end when the heavy dull sound of a shot reverberated in the room. Smoke filled the room and the fat, red-haired peas- ant, the first to run into the guard- room, sank heavily on the ground, dropping an elegant cavalry car- bine. “Shoot, Comrade Martuinov. . . . What are you waiting for?” sound- ed a desperate ery, and, profiting by the cénfusion of the crowd, Andreev fired a second time. “Son of a ... Filth... Beat them... Beat...” “I must shoot,” flashed into his mind. “It’s the end all the same. +. . Shoot,” and, with trembling ers he released the safety- catch, But he had not. time .to shoot. A heavy blow on the back of the head brought him to the floor. He fell, and, alre: not knowing what it was, heard. An- dreev’s third shot, a heavy, re- sounding hoise, covered by the hoe and Sarg so the crowd. sharp, — intoleral pain seized his breast tod thee He lost consciousness, and did not feel the third blow of the bandit’s pike, which smashed his skull in, igmonenltime e with ak last perceptions of departi re, blotted out his ping 8 oe 4 F counter- and_saw CHAPTER X. OR three days Robeiko had not left the house, He had caught cold; probably in a draught, dur- ing the house-to-house To- wards evening, he grew stronger, had been very but in the is bad again. In the morning he tried to get up, but his head swam, and, swearing energetically, he down again, and, without to rise, kept to his bed in the. room with green velvet curtains which had formerly been the study of Mrs. Senator, ‘ He wanted to eat but there was no one to to the to fetch his dinner, His hosts afraid Lege a i oo y water; they had agreed to two samovars daily, So he drank be Eat and nibbled stale rye read. f He had plenty of bread, A whole loaf was standing on the ieneyr it] is fingers up on the table, He ace wretched. He did not bla | What Do You Think of Our First Story? The DAILY WORKER wants to know what its readers think of the first serial novel it offers to its readers, We have published many installments of this gripping Wine Another appears today. do you think of the a: tting, its character, as far as d. your views and send in to the DAILY WORKER, 1640 N. Halsted St, Chicago, Il. W. publish as many of these |. we can find space for. lay, Write today. comrades for forgetting him; he knew that just now they were too busy to think of him, but he was wretcHed all:the same. It grew dark but he did not light the lamp for he had no wish to read. Mem- ories of his youth floated up, of past work. .. . For some reason or other, he kept remembering the metal works in the far South, in the Ekaterinoslay Government, where he had spent his youth . . . the Spring of 1905, gathering in the young birch wood, under the cool canopy of the starry night, and that speech of his, his first, burning, unskillful speech. He re- membered some young girl, the brown school dress she wore, her gestures and smiles... . But he could not remember her name ,.. Elena was it? .. . Or Olga?... From time to time came fits of coughing, when his eyes swam and ideas and images fied away. Coughing tired him, and. he lay with closed eyes, and then, mm- perceptibly, began to think again. Today it was particularly quiet in the flat. Madam Senator was not making a noise with her sauce- pans in the kitchen, argl the care- ful, squeaking steps of Raphael Antonovitch were not heard in the corridor. ... . But all the time, from behind the closed doors, whis- pers came to Robeiko’s hearing, some sort of muttered conversa- tion, and he heard them’ with®ut understanding them. Suddenly there was a knock at. the door and a timorous woman’s voice asked: ‘ + Comrade Robeiko, can I come in?” “Come in,” he replied, and saw in the doorway the figure of a women. It wag Lisa’Gratcheva. “You are coughing so badly, Comrade Robeiko, I could hear it in my room. I live next door to you, on the other side of the wall. I have brought you some milk... just a cupful. Perhaps I can do something to help you?” obeiko looked at the line of light that fell thru the oe door from the passage. sently this girl. would go away, and it would be dark in the room and he would be alone again, From these thoughts, Robeiko. learnt how lone- ly he was.... Probably he would die soon: of course he did not want anything; milk would not do him any good, but he did not want to be alone again. “Thank you for thinking of it,” he said kindly, “Turn on the elec- tric light, and let’s drink tea.” She turned the switch and. ex- claimed,’ His pillow-slip was cov- ered with the blood that had come from his throat during the cough- ing. He had not noticed it him- self and only now perceived “God gave us,” she said, “you are probably ill. . . I’ll change the pillow-slip “for you. These two days no one has been near you,” she said, rummaging in his trunk. “T wanted to come several times, but I was afraid.” He smiled. “Am I so. terrifying?” “No. You are not terrifying now, but, when you are in your coat... then you do look so proud and unapproachable.” Her care was pleasant, and he smiled kindly and shyly. And she saw his shy smile, and his delicate thin neck ‘with its shrivelled muscles, and wags sorry for him and was not. afraid of him at all, because she saw him helpless, ill, deprived of his power and strength. “Where do’ you work?” he sked. “I am_a Red Army teacher. But for three days I have not been working. Our battalion has gone off to the monastery to get wood.” “It’s gone already?” Robeiko in- terrupted eagerly. ... “Karaulov was against it. ... That means that we shall have the wood ready in time.” Robeiko actually sat up in bed, and lifted ‘his head from the pillow. She began telling him all that she had heard from the talk of the Communists at the Saturdaying of how the wood-get- ting was progressing. And she felt, from his’ animation, how he valued and was delighted at the news. ¥ 3 Robeiko seemed to her even clev- erer than Martuinov, whom she thought very clever, because she could understand nothing of his explanations. She saw his simple, fearless waiting for death, and she felt that if she did not. be- lieve inthe immortality of the soul she could not wait for death as calmly as he.... . i Late in the evening, Lisa went off to her room. en she said goodbye, Robefko asked her to visit him often. ‘She was waked by the noise of boots and loud talk, sounding in the corridor. There was deep blue darkness out of doors and in the room. Lisa became anxious.at once. On account of the heavy door, she could not make out words, but heard rough voices and the tramp- ling of many feet. She put- her boots on with trembling hands. She went ib regeermiaugie epee quietly, a little way. ... saw in the passage and in the kitchen peasants of some kind in soldiers’ great coats, and short ¢ur coats. Some of them had guns in their hands, others, axes and pikes. Among these weather-beaten rough faces, dirty and unshaved, her eyes instantly perceived three persons whom she knew. - (To Be Continued Thursday) Inspiring Revolutionary Lesson In “A Week,’’ Our Reader finds To the Editor of the DAILY WORKER: the appearance of that wonderful novel written by writer Libedinsky, called “A Week”. the key to the greatest phenomenon of our time—the Russian revolution. Russia, the most autocratic coun- try the face of the globe, with its millions kept ‘n ignorance and subjection, who could ever imagine that. these Russian workers and peasants would undertake this tre- mendous, task and, furthermore, bring it to success. Many times I was putting this question to my- self and co not find an answer. But now, after reading a few stallments of “A Week,” I realizd the great power which was hidden in the hearts of the Russian masses and made itself felt in the time of the revolution. Martuinov the Aristocrat, Let us take, for instance, Mar- tuinov. Raised in an aristocratic environment, all-his associations and’ connections were with the class which received one blow after an- other from the lution. A man whose swee' whom he loved words: in-| The Klimins ‘had no res; I..was jmpatienly awaiting famous Russian Being more or less acquainted with the Russian literature and know- ing the psycho-analytical power of the Russian writers I expected to find The only thing they did have at the outbreak of the revolution was ha- tred in their hearts for the hundreds of years of suffering and misery and to the Klimins and Stalmakhovs the revolution was not a_ beautiful dream, a wonderful ideal, but a part of their flesh and blood. Klimin expressed his conception of communism in the _ following :: “Communism, that’s me.” or for the bourgeosie, and they with them meee when the revolu- tion was mi by them. Y believe that each and every communist in America this wonderful book, Respect for Bourgeosie. We still have too much respect for the titled man, no ma’ whe- ther he is active in the movement or not. We are also having too with such ardor,’ belonged to that |‘ sary for success, After all the Martuinovs are prod- ucts of the old world. They have been educated in the old schools ‘and corrupt, but also feel that all pererte: Senet are built to en- AS WE SEE IT By T. J. O’FLAHERTY. Wilson’s historians, warns the Demos cratic Party of a dark horse. The jackass party fears a surprise candi+ date. Perhaps William J. Bryan is the animal Tumulty had in mind, He is kicking up his heels in Alabama, But the party owes its nick name to Bryan. He could not be mistaken for the nobler quadruped. Tumulty was one of Wilson’s most trusted ad- mirers but it is rather significant that he breaks bread with George Bren- nan, head of the Tammany chieftains of Illinois, whose scalping knives are already whetted for bringing forth the gore of William Gibbs McAdoo, the Crown Prince of the late admine istration. 7 2 8 oe Will rumors of graft never stop? When the “people” thought they wera going to have a breathing spell, an- other bomb burst, scattering its shot’ among the members of Congress. "This looks like a counter barrage from the beleaguered mem- bers of the cabinet. Col. Charles R. Forbes promises to become a tarta’ graft unless he is allowed to get away with it. Harry Daugherty makes a similar threat. Let. the boys talk, That is our prayer, * * # @ A report comes from Rome via London thet the Vatican has as- should read | pp, sured the counter revolutionary Rus- sian emigres that another attempt to tear Russie to pieces by a civil war will have the backing of the Pope who will undertake to propagandize the United States against the Soviet gov- ernment. This is not surprising even tho the Vatican has quite recently arranged to open diplomatic relations with’ Moscow. The spiritual power on the Tiber is the eternal foe of Communism, knowing quite well that once the intellectual forces of hu- manity are released from the bondage of economic slavery, the opium joints will have to close their doors, It is inconceivable that once the sword of fear which now hangs by a slender thread over the lives of the working class is released human beings would continue to swallow the hocus pocus which has enabled this intellectual cess pool on the Tiber to flourish. s we There is no doubt but the Vatican will be the willing ally of the dark forces of reaction who think they see in: Lenin’s death the psychological mo- ment to resume their deadly thrusts at the hearts of the Russian workers and peasants. But the Vatican might well take warning and leave well enough alone. Whatever differences the masses may have with the guid- ing philosophy of the leaders of Soviet Russia they instinctively feei that the Workers’ Republic is a bar- rier nm them and a fate worse than death. They know that could the capitalist class conquer the one spot in the world where the workers are free to determine their own destiny, an era of persecution would be in that would make pre- vious s of terror seem in comparison. Knowing this it is a delicate undertaking for the Vatiean to flirt with the pent-up wrath of the long suffering workers. Vengeance dark and terrible will be its mn should it in a moment of faneied security join in another effort te bathe Russia in a sea of blood and restore the filthy Romanoffs to the throne. ee ww @ Had Calvin Coolidge lived in the days of which Walter Scott wrote, the days when knights were bold and every warrior with a reputation for Prowess bore a nom-de-plume it is brontd he would spoons Ase the novel- as,» Mg e Knight of the Mournful Phiz. But silence was never so golden as it Is today, and yet it has its limits. Now people are wondering who is the "orinepal” who was satisfied with the way things 3 were going and who was pleased to’ learn there would be no ations. Could it be “Cautious Cal” himself? “Tut tut!” shout his friends, Calvin is as cleat.as a hound’s tooth as pure as the Alaska snow when it is not tarnished with coal in the process of being carted away by some friend of the administration. ty Calvin’s friends cannot sleep these nights with the noise of Cal's silence. ey hear the sounds of it everywhere they go. The “people” pick up their papers every morning with thum; hearts ho} against hope that their leader will say something. “Give us a sign, »” they murmur but he npg not. Worthy senators de- ore the present orgy of scanda) spreading in the senate. “It is creat- ing distrust in our form of govern- ment” they wail. They introduce resolutions declaring no cause for hysteria exists, oodrow Wilson once tried to offset a wave of econ- omic depression b: the di them |thing as a Mee kaeear cure the working class, — MYER RUBIN, it the “ le” were not satisfied the xplana tion and they picked Harding. He brought them back to normalcy. Dying he left them Cool- idge. The le” don’t know the devil where is. He simply will Pot eR Bs If silence becomes epidemic in the Joseph Tumulty, one of Woodsow Xi ) and smear everybody in sight with *