The Daily Worker Newspaper, May 16, 1925, Page 10

MASTERS AND SLAVES (A Story THE city. Ebert, Springs. The air here ig clean. (Continued from last Saturday) (Translated by Simon Felshin) IIT. off. broad streets. hospitals. OE was already there waiting for him. balconies, face was beaming. “Tt ain’t hard to find work here,” he reported. And Nickles told the story about Propapapa- His The sick lie there. Silence . Deep silence. . The sick love silence. city belongs to them entirely. The lifeless city. The city of the sick. * . * * * were lost looked kind of fishy to them, it was old stuff. “Come on, let’s take a look around, maybe we'll get some kind of handbag from cardboard for twenty-nine cents.” HIS sickness is contagious. tious, but rather tue spirit of the sick people. is‘communicated to the workers. There are no factories. | sovereignty. Mountains are marked off against the blue sky far Small houses, sanitariums, The little houses have small projecting Nine o’clock the city is already asleep. The electric lights go out. After nine o’clock the However, it is not the bacilli which are infec- There are no factories here, but there are work- Mrs. Broidin loves Versailles . . For Versailles reminds one of eplendor and|| She looks with great and deep|| respect upon royalty, which one might expect of an American woman, And she had picked Mr. Broidin as a husband only because he came from a highly distinguished family. Aristocratic Eng- lish blood flows in his veins. That means a great deal, and what is more, it-is blood of a family still prominent today. A pillar of the present. The family of a leading statesman. Oh, how deeply that affects Mrs. Broidin, altho she does not know this political leader. And the English statesman probably does not dream that he has any relatives in Colorado Springs—but that is of no consequence. Not that he cares. But still Mr. Broidin sub- scribes to the New York Herald, just-to keep him- self well informed on the life and activity of his namesake. It ers. In hospitals and in business places, in auto- “But then, you won’t have a cent left"——-Mickles mobile traffic and in barber shop’ . ’, And| That is his duty. objected feebly. streets are being built too. . . And many,| His social duty. “T got a dollar. ” . We can even have a meal. many new houses. But the spirit of the sick is communicated the workers. Silence. The bosses pay wages. The workers don’t get much. Their days are passed in poverty. And the bourgeois have big paunches. IV. Come on . They didn’t get anything for twenty-nine, but they got a handbag for thirty-nine cents. And it was a pretty big one. The second-hand dealer gave them back the rags, and now the handbag was even filled with “things.” With satisfaction they hunted up a lunch room. And Nickles didn’t even have to walk home, for his friend gave him the fourteen cents for carfare. While they were eating Joe chatted about the new job. “But what do you say about that, there ain’t no union men here?” This fact did not upset Nickles. To tell th truth he didn’t have any high regard for union men. His principle was, not so much to fight against the boss, as to deceive him. On this point Nickles and Joe had their first argument. But in watt of that they separated very ‘gout friends. '" ’ \ dakis. Then about his “things.” What could he take along to Broadmoor? The excuse that the things silence . - silence... . HE white-palace. Versailles in minature. sailles. In the music room there is a picture but it is dedicated to Mrs. Broidin: of ‘a wonderful experience.” ~~ On this Matter— Don’t Stand in Doubt! 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(And the WORKERS MONTHLY for months—mark cross) to: NAME: stemneeaeeNNNNnes seen ener eeee seennseeeeeeeeeenesOeeeetEee es eebenen eee eeeerenecenenestetreneneceneners . / STREET: crsssccsssssssess envsevesvesnsenvonssanssseesconeses desevoonosnsaneessssseessensenseonss CITY: :. cornervervvrssarenesesenccsscsseesteieeees STATE: eee eeennnenerenensmeree With Every Sub for the DAILY WORKER for a Year you can have a six month sub to the Workers Monthly, or a loose-leaf leather binder, with a patent clasp and detachable sheets of note ane for your use. If you wish the binder INSTEAD of the Workers Monthly, mark @ Cross HEFE......60. As much as they please. They don’t live well. It lies “directly at the foot of the mountains. A terrace, and on the other side of the terrace an immense park. Shrubs.and trees well kept. But here and there the park was allowed to grow wild. And among the big trees a glittering lake. Mrs. Broidin loves Ver- And anyway, the Broidin family feels very deeply on this question; it must discharge all go- cial duties of every kind. Birth carries obligations. In America too. And surely no one cotfld possibly believe that English descent is in contradiction to Americanism. On the contrary. If anything, Mr. Broidin igs more than one hundred per cent American. In the city they always said about him: “He is our real hundred percenter.” And he certainly is that. One hundred per cent. He detests Catholics, Jews. He has a burning hatred for radicals. Together with Weeks and General Pershing he is of the opinion that the pacifists were just as destructive as the Bolshevists. The measures taken by the government for get- to of it. This ‘picture was made by a very bad artist; |ting rid of the red menace he considered as nothing “In memory less than right. -His grandfather cleft-him-@ big library whit he does not permit himself to neglect. The servant's first duty is to dust the books carefully; and furthermore he has arranged with a Parisian Russian publisher to receive every new royalist publication. But Mr. Broidin does not get his views from these books, for he does not read. The only thing he reads are the headlines in the local papers and the New York Herald. This was sufficient for giving him his political bearings. And yet he loves his library very much. The big mountains glitter in the distance. such gorgeous leather arm-chairs. It is fine to muse in the cool, comfortable stillness within the depths of an arm-chair. He thinks of a good-look- ing, healthy girl, and after his meal it is a relief to be rocked from: his clamorous, unsatisfied crav- ing into sweet dreams. How healthy it is to doze in the library. R. BROIDIN feels himself rather young. It was as tho around him stretched an empty kpace. His condition could best be described in the following words: a love had died in his heart, and he is now hankering for a new one. His wife had never satisfied him entirely, but now he finds her dry, boring, and withered. Once in a while he would saunter into the par- lor. At one end, there stood, in marble, the former Mrs. Broidin. Graceful, fragrant, full of fresh youth. That’s how he would have liked her to be. But today she seemed to him much like—an ani- mated broom-stick. And he was hankering after youth. Flesh. The whole forenoon he walked in fae park. Fresh fragrance. He looked on asethe workers auiat the paths. The machines mowed the grass. The watering pots covered the turf with water. Five dogs followed his steps. He played with the dogs. And yet the terrible, tormenting desire did not leave him. ‘ The desire for young, fresh woman’s flesh. * * * And there are} ; “See fSe ¢ WwW wh ea at 4 sa lus M da * a