The Daily Worker Newspaper, March 7, 1924, Page 6

~---—use_of the Depar Bes, THE DAILY WORKER Published by the DAILY WORKER PUBLISHING CO., 1640 N. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill. (Phone: Lincoln 7680.) SUBSCRIPTION RATES By mail: $6.00 per year $3.50..6 months $2.00..3 months By mail (in Chicago only): $4.50..6 months $2.50. 8 months $8.00 per year 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. <1 Advertising rates on application. Throw Out Burns William J. Burns, head of the Bureau of In- vestigation of the Department of Justice, sym- bolizes more than any other individual the bru- tality and mailed-fist of American capitalism. As director of the world-notorious detective agency, the International Burns Detective Agency, Mr. Burns has railroaded more inno- cent workers to jail, has smashed more unions and broken more strikes than any other strike- breaker or scab agency under the sun. As the boss of the most powerful subdivision of the United States Government, his Bureau of Investigation of the Department of Justice, Mr. William J. Burns was the field-marshal in the relentless war waged by the employers against the railway workers in their national strike of 1922. It was the Burns agents, cloaked with Government authority, that forged the affidavits, that committed outrageous acts ofviolence, which served as the pretense for the infamous Daugherty injunction. All of these high-handed deeds of Mr. Burns were performed in the interest of the powerful capitalists whose watch-dog he has been for years. Fortunately the great majority of the working class and the farming masses of this country have never failed to recognize Mr. Burns as their mortal enemy. But the dis- closures of the Teapot investigation should serve to inspire and unite all workers and farm- ers to get rid of Mr. Burns, once and for all. Mr. Burns has attacked all workers, regard- less of their political opinions. Now all work- ers should unite against him. Never before was there so favorable an opportunity for get- ting rid of this scourge of the labor movement. the hearings before the Public Lands Com- mittee, Mr. Burns showed himself in all his bestiality, in all his sneaking meanness and cun- ning hatred of the workers and in all his slavish, sycophantic loyalty to the bosses. Mr. Burns, the supposed guardian of the country’s security and peace, has allowed the b tment of Justice secret code to be employed by the millionaire thief McLean against the country which this Department is supposed to be protecting. It was Mr. Burns who wanted this “dollar-a- year man” to resign from the Department of Justice in order to enable Mr. Daugherty to continue in office more comfortably and help the Sinclairs and Dohenys wit less difficulty. While the workers were being sent to die by the thousands in France and Flanders in the name of the fraudulent dollar democracy, Mr. Gaston B. Means, was in the employ of the German imperialist government. No sooner had the war ended and no sooner had Burns been given his present appointment by Daugh- erty than this same German imperialist spy was employed by the Bureau of Investigation. And, while the country was being shocked by the astounding revelations regarding whole- sale robbery of its oil resources, Mr. Burns, who calls himself the world’s best detective, not only did not put at the disposal of the Commit- tee his powerful agency, but did everything he possibly could to aid and abet the millionaire capitalist criminals. Mr. Burns has been caught red-handed. Mr. Burns, the sworn enemy of all workers and farmers has been caught at his worst. Mr. Burns, the strike-breaker, the union-smasher, the labor-hater has been exposed in his true light as a most poisonous, dangerous rattle- gnake menacing the working masses. Now is the time to kick Mr. Burns out of office and out of business. Now is the time when the workers and farmers should unite in one mighty effort to rid themselves forever of this scourge that has been devastating the ranks of the laborers and farming masses for many years. Let the workers and farmers get together and force the Government to tiyow William J. Burns out of the Department of Justice and to bring him to trial for his numerous crimes, ° > . His Master’s Voice The Chief Executive of our imperialist gov- ernment has come out flatly against granting the Filipino people national freedom, As stand- ard-bearer of the world’s most arrogant and aggressive coterie of capitalist looters, the American employing class, Mr. Coolidge minced no words. The President spoke his masters’ voice. “Silent Cal” mercilessly thrust the dag- ger of oppression into the very heart of the Filipino people. ee Of course, our President, who is the politica] bed-fellow and protector of the oil thieves Sin- clair and Doheny, hid behind the time-worn ritical idealistic pretensions so character- of the lying lackeys of the imperialist Chicago, Mlinois seeeeees- Editors Business Manager gangmen. Behind the President's smoke screen of poison there was hidden the strikebreaker Cool- the pliant tool of American Big Business, spokesman of -the oppressors and exploiters the Filipino and American masses. General who has been handing out concessions to Friday, March 7, 1924 the capitalists who financed his disastrous pri- mary campaign of 1920 to the extent of two million dollars is lauded and indorsed by the President. The Coolidge message on the Philippine ques- tion is a challenge and a warning to the Filipino people and to the American working and farm- ing naasses, The brazen effrontery of our Puri- tanic president, his attempt to terrorize the Filipino people into submission to the autocrat Wood—are merely desperate efforts to stop the Filipinos from fighting for their national free- dom and from exposing General Wood’s guilt in numerous scandals in his administration of the Islands that would put the oil steal to shame. The refusal of the Administration to give the Philippines the national freedom which should be theirs should be a signal for all our workers and farmers to line up solidly with our Filipino brothers to smash‘the clique of Amer- ican capitalist Shylocks demanding their pound of flesh from the oppressed Filipino nation. It is thé sacred duty of every workers’ and farm- ers’ organization: to denounce the Coolidge at- tack on the Filipinos as an attack on the Amer- ican working masses. Get Real Investigators When Senator Walsh was away from Wash- ington recently many became disturbed over the manner in which the Committee on Public Lands was conducting its investigation of the oil scandals. The situation has not changed fundamentally since the return to the Capital of the senior Senator from Montana. The fact of the matter is that the Committee on Public Lands is emi- nently unfitted for the task it is now charged with. If the country is to be given a thoro- going investigation of the whole rotten affair, if the country is not to be denied the undiluted truth about this gigantic steal then the Com- mittee on Public Lands should immediately be discharged from the duty of going on with the investigation. As its personnel stands today, the Public Lands Committee is burdened with such Sen- ators as Lenroot and Smoot. Lenroot from Wisconsin is chairman. He has already shown himself to be distinctly prejudiced in favor of the corruptionists who have been despoiling the country’s resources. He has been found to be informing the McLeans, the Falls and their lickspittles, thru circuitous and devious chan- nels it is true, of the plans of the investigating committee. : Then there is Smoot, than whom there is no| worse grafter and corruptionist. The Senator} from Utah has been caught red-handed passing notes to Doheny at the very moment while he was supposed to be investigating Doheny. about | shady oil deals. This Latter-Day-Saint of the Mormon Church has been involved in enough scandals to make the Sinclairs and Dohenys blush with shame. We still remember his tariff steal.in behalf of the sugar interests. There can be no effective, real housecleaning, all the talk about it to the contrary notwith- standing, until the present Public Lands Com- mittee itself is subject to some thoro house cleaning. The country has no confidence in the honesty and purpose of more than one of the members of the Committee now investigating the Teapot scandal. We must have a new com- mittee chosen to prosecute the investigation. We must have a committee that will not allow any of its members to work in collusion with the criminals to be tried and that will resolutely set itself to ferreting out the thieves no matter how high up they may be in the Cabinet, the Stock Exchange, or the White House. Remember Mooney The frantic appeal that Hiram Johnson is making for the republican presidential nom- jination and his renewed claims to progressiv- ism once more bring to the fore the cases of Mooney and Billings now rotting in California jails. The cases, of Mooney and Billings present the most elaborate and outrageous frame-up perpetrated by the capitalist class and its gov- ernment in all the dark annals of workingclass persecution in America. For nearly eight years Tom Mooney, the valiant fighter of the workingclass, has been in a California dungeon. Both Mooney and Billings have been shown to be innocent, to be completely innocent of any connection with the preparedness bomb explosion. This case has assumed an international significance, as the demonstration by the Petrograd workers for Mooney’s freedom indicated. Four of the witnesses whose evidence en- abled the courts to frame Mooney and Billings have confessed perjury since. The judge who sentenced Mooney to be hanged has recom- mended a new trial. The attorney general of California, a federal mediation commission, and Mr. Densmore, the director of the United States Employment Bureau, have concurred in this recommendation. The innocence of Bill- ings was established long ago. District attor- ney Brady who succeeded the notorious Fick- ert, declared more than two years ago that Mooney and Billings couldn’t be convicted in a new trial. Yet, he is still languishing in the filthy Folsom jail and Mooney in the San Quentin prison. But no governor of the state has ever dared to free these innocent workers. The State of California is in the grip of ruthless industrial interests who see in Mooney and Billings their mortal enemies and therefore keep them im- prisoned. Only Senator Hiram Johnson can help move these powerful capitalist magnates. However, Hiram Johnson is not doing a thing to free the innocent workingmen. Today the guilt of the suffering and the continued impri- sonment of Mooney and Billings is to be fastened on the head of Hiram Johnson who can secure their freedom with very little effort. By 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. Huebsch & Co. (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 irmy 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 thé 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. | Gornuikh, disguised as @ peasant, 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. The last issue tells of the counter-revolu- tionists murdering Robeiko before the eyes of the delicate little school teacher Lisa. .She rushes out over- whelmed with horror only to run into further horror—(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY). * * & * CHAPTER X—Continued. HE wanted to scream and run, to run and scream again. But she subdued this feeling of instine- tive, panic fear, and went up to the railing, straining to guess at the still indistinct outlines of the dark object. She came nearer; her feet sank in the deep snow, and suddenly, somehow all at once, she saw, recognized, and with a low cry sank on the ground. Clothes torn to pieces, so that the blue naked body showed thru; a woman's clothes, a woman’s body; a dark wound above the ex- posed left breast; stretched out naked hands and. uncovered face; tightly screwed up eyes, bitten lips, disordered hair, loose and trodden into the snow. It was the face of Simkova. Lisa did not scream now, did not weep, but crept over the damp snow to the body, raised the dead head and touched the cold cheeks with the palms of her hands. And the sky grew blue to the zenith, and color poured over everything, the little houses of the outskirts, the brown road and the grey trees. One: side of the sky turned ruby, brighter and brighter, just as if a bonfire had been lit there and was blazing up. From over there the sun would shine out, and a pure, almost imperceptible rosy reflection was added to the blue-white of the snowdrifts and the roofs of the houses. Clearer and clearer Lisa saw Simkova’s face, with its grimace of revulsion and anguish, that pale face with the dead, screwed up eyes, which she had seen so lately Trautiful ars full of the joy of life. It seemed to her that human life had come to its end. There was nothing left but the dead little houses, and the importunate. regular, also death-like, tapping of the machine gun. Are You Reading 7 | 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 readers. We have publi many installments of this grip; story. Another appears to What do you think of the story, its setting, its character, as we have gone? We want our r ers to let us know. Write down your views and send them in to the DAILY WORKER, 1640 N. Halsted ‘St., Chicago, Ill. We publish as many of these letters we can'find space for, Don’t de- lay. Write today. And with dull incomprehension she looked at the simple joyful beauty of the Spring sunrise. . . . Who had any need of this mar- velous transparency of the air, of that sun? ‘And why was the noise of the machine gun broken by the joyful ringing of bells? But. the belfries -were rejoicing. +.» The Easter bell-ringing float- ed over the town, and the sound of it was interwoven with the tap- ping of the machine gun and the noise of rifle shooting, which) was rattling now at both ends of the town. The Easter bell-ringing remind- ed Lisa of God. . .. God? Where was he? She no longer felt Him in herself. . . . She looked round. - Little houses with closed shutters, blue snowdrifts, — pale sky. The tapping of the machine gun and the ringing of bells. The corpse of a girl, so lately full of joy, beauty and understanding. Where was God? In the Easter ringing of the bells, perhaps, with which the priests, in the name of God, were welcoming this day of violence and death? Robeiko was right, and life was a struggle, and since. over there, from behind those littlf houses and grey railings, the sounds of rifle fire were clearly to be heard, the struggle was not yet over. . ++ Perhaps life was still going. on, since the Communists were still struggling? Lisa raised herself from the the snow, She rose to her knees. She covered the body of Simkova, and kissed her cold forehead. She got up with difficulty, for her feet were benumbed,. and then, as auickly as she could, she went in the direction from which, now quite near by, came the sounds of shooting. * « # & CHAPTER XI. HE door opened for a few sec- onds. . .. The doubtful light of an electric torch fell into the darkness and damp of the cellar. A few éurses and blows and Klimin was thrust into the cellar. Again darkness in which was vis- ible the;dim blue ghost of the cellar window. There was the * noise of steps going off up the stairs. Klimin had been knocked down by a blow... . He stood up and listened. It seemed to him that he heard some sort of rustling. “Ts there any one here? “Klimin?” “Stalmakhov?” They knew each other by their voices and exchanged handgrips in the darkness. Suddenly Kiimin groaned. “Look out, Stalmakhov, my shoulder is shot thru,” and, after the momentary happiness, both re- GANGWAY FOR THE UNION! esti aba their situation and felt sad. “We. have both fallen into one trep, Klimin. ... All the same, I’m glad that. it’s ‘with you and not with any one else’ that I shall spend the last. night. of -my life. . . But I’d be still more glad if you were not here just now, but up there where that shooting is going on... .. How did you fall into their hands? ».>.” “Gornuikh found me and sent me to the Commission, but the lads had not waited for me in the Com- mission, but had. retreated, fight- ing as they went, to the railway station, Probably that’s’ why I heard the shooting not from the direction of the Commission but as if it vere on one side, further to the left. I fell into an am- bush close to the Commission. They shot me in the right: shoul- der. My arm hung loose: at once, like a whip. Or they would never have got me alive. They recog- nized meat once, of course. Who of that filth does not know Klimin? They knocked me about pretty badly. But now, Stalma- khov, it looks as if they had too much on their hands to think of us.. Such a fire has started from the direction of the railway sta- tion, it’s clear enough they are finding things hot, or they’d:never have left us in peace. But did you find Karaulov?” “No... .. He had gone off some- where. They got me with’ an am- bush, too. But I laid one of them out all the same. The third shot I meant for myself. but it missed fire. They kill you, that’s nothing. But they will torture me badly. I did the corn collection thruout the district. So far they have not recognized me. But how I want to smoke, Klimin. It’s more than I can bear. And, more than I want to smoke, I want to live.” He tried to laugh but could not, and broke off with a sigh. “Klim- in, you are here, and already I’m thinking of being saved. That’s because you’ did save me from death once. Remember, during the collection of provision toll?” “I remember. It was nothing.” “No, brother, it. was. not noth- ing. The noose was round my neck when you rode up with your lads. I was then expecting death for certain, but you brought salva- tion. Perhaps it’ll be the same now.” “No, It seems this time we are really done for, Comrade Stalma- khov. I remember it well now, and pale you were when we were cutting the ropes off your wrists with a sword. That was when we became acquainted.” “True. A year and a-half I’ve known you. After that we worked together on the District Commit- tee. . . . I. always liked. being with you, and always wanted to say so, but when we met, it was never more than ’Good day,’ ‘Goodbye,’ or ‘Give me a light,’ and that was all the talking we did.” Both were silent. The shooting over towards the railway. station grew more distant, and sounded duller, and duller. What with blows, loss of blood and anxiety, Klimin was seized with weariness. He lay on the floor and touched the coléflagstones with his fore- head, And he thought of how in this cellar of the Cheka many hun- dreds of people, sentenced to death by him, had awaited death just as now he, Klimin, was awaiting it. He remembered single sentences from Surikov’s letter, his words about pity for the sufferings of another’s organism. (To Be Continued Saturday) ., » A Week’? -|their undercover men Mis for ‘The Labor Herald AS WE SEE IT By T. J. O’FLAHERTY. A fellow by the name of Ed. Howe—Dr, Frank Crane knows him —we don’t, says that Russia is ruled by nine men, Ed does not like the idea. He thinks perhaps that’s eight too many. The czar used to do the job all by his lonesome. And Ed, being a good American, is strong for efficiency. We have not heard, however, that the nine have been caught selling out Russia for a satchelful of dough. Whenever they catch anybody in Russia thinking of doing that he finds his thinking ma- chinery missing. Here in the U. S. he would begin to enjoy life. * The grave diggers in Naples, Italy have gone on strike. They demand shorter hours, more pay and a higher standard of living. Since the Fas- cisti government came into power, the number of deaths has increased enormously, resulting in wear and tear on the bodies of the grave dig- gers. Mussolini threatens to give the grave diggers their own medicine unless they bury their demands with the dead, eee ’ Much joy was created in England recently over the announcement that the United States Shipping Board was to sell its ships at auction. This is a-good chance for the man who was looking for a ship to bring free- dom to Ireland wrapped up in ham sandwiches, as was predicted by Saint Columkille a few hyndred years A, D, one Sweden has no Samuel Gompers, Charles Evans Hughes or Yiddish Daily Forward. The result is that ‘Sweden has contracted to deliver 500 locomotives to the Soviet gov- ernment. In.the meantime the U. S, is contracting economic depression. Britain is also taking steps to grant Russia credit so that the great unemployment prevailing in England may be reduced. One of the condi- tions of the loan will be that all the money advanced must be used to buy the needed materials in En- gland, oee J. P. Morgan went to Europe after shackling Japan with a $150,000,000 chain in the f of a loan. He plans to join his family at Naples on board the yacht Corsair—rather appropriate cognomen—after which he will “indulge in a lazy cruise of the Mediterranian idling among the Grecian isles and sailing as far east as Egypt.” This should be gratify- ing to the wage slaves all over the world who are toiling to make Mr. Morgan’s investment pay so that he and his family can idle among the Grecian islands. ee James Reed, of Missow, threw another harpoon into Mr. McAdoo’s campaign—or is it a corpse? He charged him with loaning money without security to France during the world war. * Latvia is facing another cabinet crisis, The outlook is dark for the “potato republic” of the Baltic, The Chicago Tribune and the Her- ald-Examiner are engaged in a crim- inal-catching contest. It is a well known fact that the big dailies have in the under- world, that they are on such terms with the police that the latter feel themselves under the obligation to tip off the newspapers when going to make a raid or capture a crim- inal or suspect. Indeed it appears that the business of arresting those suspected of crime is now largely the function of the capitalist press here and that the police only move when ordered to do so by the newspapers or perhaps come to the editorial offi- ces and lug the prisoner away after has been tracked down and ap. prehended by the press. * j , er This is a very interesting situa- tion and it is a matter of surprise that those political chiropodists known as liberals who are usually busy scraping bunions off the feet of the capitalist system have not already raised a loud outcry over : this state of affairs. The capitalist papers actually commit crime in il- legally arresting people whom they suspect of being in a position of in- Ps formation that will enable them to beat a rival. But there is no move i % made to stop this dirty work, - ‘ 4 A few weeks ago the Herald- ee ag arrested a man suspected of being on the inside of the murder of a notorious gunman by name of ugherty and his wife. The suspect was detained for twenty- four hours in the Herald-Examiner prison jokingly called the “goldfish room” after the notorious chamber of horrors in the detective bureau where those who will not say what the police want them to, will say it with. hose if not with flowers. Bill Engelke, the gentleman of the underworld captured by the Herald- Examiner, has since been indicted, causing the newspaper responsible for his apprehension to chuckle with pride over its contribution to the cause of justice. This caused the Tribune to froth at the mouth, An loud haw! haw! which appears to have gotten under the hide of the “World’s Greatest Newspaper.” Our Advertisers helo make | this Paper possible. Patron- " ize our Advertisers and tell ! you saw their Ad in The Daily Worker.