The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 5, 1924, Page 6

A COMRADE - ENIN is dead. Never more will we see this powerful forehead, this marvelous head radiating revolu- tionary power; these gleaming, pene-~ trating, attentive eyes; these ener- getic and vigorous hands; never more will we see this human statue molded out of. one block on the frontier of two epochs of human evolution. The peak of thought, of feeling, of the will of the proletarjat has collapsed. His energy flowed up in invisible currents to wherever the heart of workers beat, to where the conscience of a powerful class is formed, to where the weapon of the battle of liberation is being forged. Across the centuries Lenin-has—been and will remain unique, without equal, Lenin—The Leader. Comrade Lenin was above all-¢ leader, a leader whom nature gives to humanity but once in a century. His is of those who give their name to their epoch. He was one of the greatest organizers of the masses; like a giant, he advanced at the head of a human wave, organizing the innumerable human units into an army of disciplined work, crushing the adversary; he dominated the ele- ments in throwing the light of his powerful mind upon the straight rouds as well as upon the obscure alleys where resounds the rhythmic step of workers’ columns following the red standards of revolt. What is it that made of Lenin so inspired an expression of millions of beings? t was above all his extracrdinary understanding of the needs of the masses; he possessed a myterious sense which enabled him to perceive in the masses the movements, the thoughts which were most ‘tmper- ceptible to all others. No one could listen as he. He lis- tened with patience and attention to an old soldier, a peasant from some far away place, a worker. It was enough for him to exchange some words with a humble peasant woman to determine the pulse-beats of the life of the country places; one word eaught from a worker during a meeting was enough for him to feel the road taken by workers’ thought. He disentangled the com- plexity of social relations, and before the eyes there arose the picture of the life of millions of beings, Simplicity in Bearing. Lenin had a singular talent for talking with people; he got so inti- mately near them that they confided to him all their doubts, their de- sires, their questions. For every one Lenin found a simple language. Hating the ene- mies of the working class with all the force of his mighty soul, break- ing with them brutally, definitely, categorically, Lenin -knew how to convince; he dissipated all the doubts The Italian Electi By GIOVANNI GIGLIO. HE ITALIAN electoral campaign is in full swing. But the opposition parties have not been able to hold a single meeting as yet, not only be- cause of the fact that open air meet- ing are, as a rule, never allowed by the police, but also because the fascist volence makes it impossible for the candidates of the opposition parties to return to their constituencies, from which they have been driven or compelled to escape. Here are two or three examples: Signor Salvatore di Fausto, ex- M. P. and a prominent member of the Partito Popolare, sends to his Vicovaro constituency, a small town within the Rome province, his private secretery with instructions to do some canvass work. At the small railway station of the con stituency the privaie secretary is soon noticed on his arrival by three fascisti and followed at a close dis- tance on his track. The secretary gets aware that he is being closely followed by the three fescisti and therefore tries to elude their pursuit by entering swiftly into a church, the three fascisti notice his of those men who did the militant work. It is for this reason that Lenin possessed a marvelous attrac- tion; he charmed people; they came to him (not as to a chief, but as to the. best friend and comrade, the most experienced, the wisest; and he bound all these peoplé to himself by means of a cement which no force could have loosened. Never more will there be found in history a leader so much loved by those near him. Everyone had a spe- cial feeling for Lenin. It was not for his vigorous intelligence and for his iron fist that he was loved. No, he was simply loved. He bound people to himself by intimate bonds. He was a comrade in the real sense of the word, this great word to which the future belongs. Such will be in the future the relations be- tween people, The greatest simplicity was the essential trait of his policy; it was not the simplicity of naive people; it was the simplicity of genius. He found «simple words, clear slogans, |c easy solution of the most compli- cated problem. Nothing was more foreign to him that sinuosity, pose, sophism; he hated all that. He ridi- In the workers’ quarters Vladimir Ilyitch Ulianov-- Nicolai Lenin By MAX BARTHEL (Berlin). culed this cursed heritage of the old order. ; Enemy of Sterile Verbiage. He knew the value of action and was the most implacable enefny of all sterile verbiage, and at the same time he guided his Party in a mas- terly way and he swept along all the workers, He was a dictator in the best sense of the’ wora: Absorbing all the asps of life, he made the ex- periment with thousands of men in his marvelous spiritual’ laboratory and directed with his audacious hand as a powerful chief. He never adapted himself to the backward ones; he never passively noted down events; he knew to march against the current with his whole aroused ardor; “go ought a chief to be. Comrade Lenin has left us; he has gone away forever, Let us dedi- cate all our forces to his heir, our Party. May this Party be animated by his spirit, his will, his illimitable ig his devotion to the working Let us all know how to listen to the mass as did Lenin, our common chief, our great master, our immortal comrade, of Prague and. Berlin, London, Paris and Copenhagen A clanging hammer struck crashing: “Lenin is dead, Comrade Lenin!” An outcry from the cities of Moscow and Vienna, Bombay and Cape Town with frantic heart, A wailing arises from depths of grief: “Lenin is dead, Comrade Lenin!” Odessa bends in sorrow to Moscow: “There lies our father at our feet, He whom earth’s disinherited greet, Leader of the poor, Comrade Lenin!” - Paris is in tears, Vienna wails, Rome and Athens are struck down. The other cities come and ask: . “Comrades, what is it?”. —“Lenin died, Lenin!” Chinese coolies, despised, spat upon, The yellow stokers of pitching ships, : They shudder and imagine dreadful cracks: “Lenin is dead, Comrade And all the slaves of the Lenin!” colonies, Negroes, Mulattos, and slender Malays, Arise like lightning and say and cry: “Lenin is dead, Comrade Then silent are the cities Lenin!” of Moscow and Berlin, Rome, Prague and London devoured with bitterness— Hereupon a voice speaks clearly thru sorrow: “Lenin is dead? Long live Lenin!” So, with the most fascinating smile on his lips, he ventures to ask he three “gentlemen” to be so kind 28 to tell him what they wanted. “Your d——d skin,” answered in:a wild chorus the three “gentlemen.” The secretary was shocked. ‘Then, one of the fascisti continued: “We know that you are the secretary of Mr. So and So and we also know the ourpose of your comung here. Now, he best you can+do is te follow us ack to the railway station.” .The seeretary attempted to meke a timid protest, but he soon repented for having made the attempt. Wlten he, in company of his three guides, reached the raiiwey station, the fascisti requested him to tele- phone his candidate in Rome. And he was compelled to warn by phone hig candidate not to think any more of his con&tituency. Three days later candidates went to his con stituency and under the protection of strong police forces wag able to hold a meeting. But the day after the meeting the fascisti had their terrible revenge, by proc bigs Sg of the candidate’s friends the constituency. Here Is Another Example, The province of Bari gav last election (1921), heaps a-pgen oe his constituency and, as. the local branch of the fascist. party had warned him beforelrand “not to show his face in the streets of Bari,” be- fore leaving Rome for Bari, he wanted to make sure that thé gov- ernment would protect him. government let him know that in- structions had been given providing for his personal security at Bari. But when Signor Vella zeached Bari he was received by such a_ hostile demonstration from the fascisti that he deemed it prudent to take shelter inside the perfect’s house, The prefect received him very kindly, but seemed helpiess. “How,” exclaimed the socialist candidate, “I was given the assurance by the gov- ernment that I would be enabled to By N. BUCHARIN AS WE SEE IT By T. J. O'FLAHERTY. It would be interesting to read the reports in the Moscow, papers of the manner in which election campaigns ‘are waged in Cicero, Illinois. They . may say, “Well what can you expect in a capitalist country where the only incentive in public life is not service to the community as in our Soviet Republic but the accumulation of wealth, and as the shortest road to wealth is via the graft route, why graft is the rule and not the excep- tion. When graft begins to thin out the grafters begin to shoot.” That is about the size of it. > + * €& Oswald Mosely, M. P, son-in-law of Lord Curzon has joined the Indepen- dent Labor Party of Great Britain. Mosely married Lady Cynthia Cur- zon, Lord Curzon’s daughter in 1920. His wife is a generous contributor to the Labor Party’s campaign funds. ‘There is a wild rush on the part of the nobility for membership in the Tnde- pendent Labor Party. The society columns of the London papers are filled with stories of dinners and af- ternoon teas at which the King and Queen rub shoulders with trade union leaders and “intellectual”? members of MacDonald’s cabinet. This state of affairs is not universally popular. * * * * Thomas Johnston, editoy of the Glasgow “Forward” comments with his customary incisiveness on this ten- dency to kiss the royal foot that is still massaging the neck of the Bri- tish working class. Tom Griffith is Labor Treasurer of the Royal House- hold. Says Johnston, “Tommy, it seems had a great time with the King. ‘If you had sven us there, chatting in- formally with the King, you would have thought this sort of thing had gone on for centuries. A more de- lightful half-hour I have never spent. The King gripped my hand.’” * > “Note it wasn’t his throat or his ankle that was gripped, just his hand, the hand of an honest son of toil— but more, there was a feeling of con- straint. He Obviously looked on us as friends.” ‘Not as snobs, but as friends. Chums in fact.” | “Oh, brothers,” moans Johnston, who is an M. P. himself, ‘‘give us air and foosen our collars; for we are like to choke! It may be that certain ceremonials have to be undertaken; but surely there is no excuse for those public exhibitions of snobbery!” No doubt Jim Oneal will make a vicious attack on Thomas Johnston for his undigni- fied criticism of His Majesty’s Labor Socialist (yellow) Government. ons Under Fascism Fascist Intimidation. In the face of this kind about one hundred of the late M. P.s have informed their constituencies that they perfer to retire of their own will, and it is expected that. the op- position parties may at the eleventh hour abandon completely the arena. They are ulready wondering what is the use of participating in the elee- tion when it is already known be- forehand what the result of the election is going’ to pe. rhe fact is that Mussoltni already ensured for the morrow a meek and obedient in the future “Camera dei Deputati” out of a total of 535 M. P.s, The result of this election- will be to throw the crowds of laborers and