The Daily Worker Newspaper, July 4, 1925, Page 13

J -monkey” he gaid “my pet baboon AL was smoking his favorite five ' toa cigar, nonunion manufacture, when his messenger boy informed him that secretary of state Kellogg was on the telephone, “Oh ft’s about that Chinese situation, I guess” muttered Kal as he rushed to the phone. Kal—(at the phone) Hello, Hello, this you Kell. How's the old liver this morning? Kell—I am not worrying about my liver, sluggish tho it is. I am worry- ing about my neck, Kal—What's the matter? Have you been to a chiropractor? Kell—Couldn’t have been much worse if I had. The fact is the Big Fellow almost eat my ears off on ac- count of the way I wrote the letter to Callies. “You son of a Tennessee could make a better job of it. If you dont do better in the Chinese situa- tion, I'll have you sent as American ambassador to the island of Yap.” Kal—Don’t mind him; he talks like that to me too. In fact that’s way he likes both of us. We take our medt- cine without wincing. He likes men with grit. , Kell—Well, anyhow, I guess you want to know what J. P. wants done in the Chinese situation, Kal—Oh, yes, yes. I have een pes- tered by newspapermen for the past week and I hate to look foolish all the time. I want to have something to tell them soon. Then they will think I took a whole week to make up my mind. Kell—If they only knew who makes up your mind and mine! But to blazes with that. Morgan told me that the British Ambassador was in to see him a few weeks ago asking that the United States support Britain in a joint move on the part of the great powers to force China to accept our terms. Kal—I am pro-British and I hope J. P. will find some way of complying with Sir Esmond’s request. Kell—Hokum! Pro-British! You are not any more pro-British than the Big Fellow, but if you saw him laugh, “Pull the British chestnuts out of the fire!’ he said; “dike hell’ we will. Say Kellogg; I'am much’ ofan admirer of British civilization as anybody, but business has nothing to do with senti- a ment, and I think it is about time we began to carry the ‘white man’s bur- den’ particularly as there is good money in it.” Of course he warned me that he was not speaking for pub- lication. Say, Kal, are you sure the wires ain’t tapped? Kal—What makes you think that? Kell—You can never tell what those Communists would do. Why, I saw in the paper a few days ago, that they have a great spy system in America and keep track of everything we do and every word we say. Kal—I would not be surprised to find one of them hidden in my hobby horse some morning. But they won’t get much out of me. Kell—I would pity the Communist that is assigned to report what you say, Kal. He would die of borédom. But shucks, this will never do. I must tell you the story. Kal—Hold on. Is this call charged to this side or is it prepaid. Kell—It is charged to you of course. Kal—Then damn it proceed. You'll ruin me, Kell—Don’t worry, the only thing that will ruin you is the reyoluiton and Bill Green will take care of that end of the business, Kal—Oh come on, every minute of alculationy | this time means two bits. Snap into it. Kell—Oh alright. The Big Fellow said that our game in China must be to pose as the only real friends of the Chinese masses. Let England carry the cross “als time, he said. It’s too bad the British did not let Japan do the dirty work, but those Britons have nothing between the ears he said, but gudgeon grease. Kal—What the devil is that? Kell—Damned if I. know, but it must be alright. But to go on. The Chinese are clean mad with England now and will not buy anything made in England. The same is true of the Japs. But for those rascally Bolshe- viks we would be on the pig’s back, he said, and but for our own bone- headed diplomats he said, the Chi- hese would now be eating out of our hands, wearing our B. V. D’s and read- ing our bibles. Kal—What cider? Kell—Don’t be so parochial Think of the country as a whole and not of the chief industry of Vermont. Mor- gan. said.that we conld have the Kuo Min party with us if we handled them right. Even General Feng was once our man but now he likes noth- about drinking our 2 Ker and Relies ing better than contemplating the joy of carving our anatomies with his be- heading sword. The damn Bolshe- viks were wiser than we thot they were when they sent an ambassador to China, while we were sending min- isters. Kal—But the word of god must be spread, Kell, even tho it may not always pay. Kell—Who the hell is talking about the word of god? I mean envoys, dip- lomats, trained liars not preachers. Kal—But preachers lie for the good of the cause sometimes, Kell. Kell—That’s about all they ever do, but to go on with the story. There is no use crying over spilt milk, said the Big Fellow. We must make the best of the situation. He in- structed me to get in touch with some good liberal professor, who can write notes, gramatically and with some de- gree of intelligence. We should first practice by making statements about Germany or some other country that is properly subdued. When our style reaches the proper degree of polish, we should let fly at the Chinese. Borah is doing fine work, Kal—Do you mean to say that the Big Fellow complimented Borah? Kell—I'll swear to Christ he did. Borah, he said has more brains than all the rest of you put together and if you fellows don’t do better than you're doing, he said, I may make him president next time. It’s easy enuf to get by he said, when things are running smoothly, but in times of cri- sis brains are needed. Kal—Why in hell didn’t you tell him, that Borah would not take orders the same as we are doing? Kell—I told him nothing. He was telling,me. I never saw him so hard- boiled. Kal—Then, the thing for us to do is to do nothing. Is that it? Kell—Just about that, McMurray, our minister to Peking, got his in- structions. Just watch his move- ments and take your cue. By the way I had a nice nip in the Big Fel- low’s office. Kal—The stuff they peddle around here is awful. I’m anxious to get an invitation from“Andy Mellon, “Taka : run down and see me one of these days, when you're not busy playing golf. By bye. Ma rko Friedmann How A Revelutionist Died (Letter of a Witness) SOFIA, Bulgaria—On May 27th, at eight o'clock in the morning the “at- tempters” Friedmann, Koeff and Sad- gorsky who were sentenced to death by the courtmartial, were hanged, The execution of the sentence took Place on a free place in the eastern suburbs of Sofia. At least 50,000 peo- ple and representatiV¥es of the foreign press and the embassies were present. The place was guarded by strong de- partments of gendarms and soldiers. The execution was filmed. Faced Death Daily. On May 27th at six o’clock in the morning the prison commander in- forms the prisoners that the execution will take place at eight o’clock, In the room of the director the prison- ers are allowed to see for the last time their relatives. When the wife of Friedmann begins to cry, he calms her with the words: “Do not cry, this is the fate of every revolutionist, That -you should have known in the eguaie ou know that I was sen- ented to death every day, Twice I was seriously injured; I myself took poison but it had no effect, I knew "I regret \ shows himself particularly courage- ous. Regrets Nothing. The state attorney asks the prison- ers for their last wishes. Friedmann asks them not to persecute his fam- ily. The little money that he has in his pocket, is for the hangman. He knew what he had done. He declared aloud that he had been actually work- ing illegally according to his convic- tions. He regretted nothing. But he had nothing to do with the attempt. Koeff wants to write a letter to his brother. The writing lasts a long|this mine,” he asks and climbs as the time and Friedmann calls impatiently: | first on the table under the cord “It is high time, I cannot wait any longer!” Koeff and Sadgorsky confess to the priest. bows politely to the priest and says that he needs nothing from him. Dies Calmly. The state attorney asks the prison- ers to say their last good bye. Koeff and Sadgorsky remain motionless, while Friedman bows to the audience and then turns to the gallows. “Is A Family Picture in China Ing” device » American and French soldiers with their Jap, British, Htafien in Shanghai, China. where he calmly waits till it ia his turn. Koeff is hanged first. Then Sad- Comrade Friedmann only|gorsky. Friedmann looks at it calmly. When his-turn comes, he wipes the dust from his shoes, takes off his coat and proud and calm, as he was before, he received the gipsy who puts the cord around his neck. “Pay atten- tion,” he says to him, “I have given you a tip.” “I understand my job” the gipsy answers and takes the table away from under Friédmann’s feet. Passed Life for Workers The dead bodies are taken down and given to their relatives for burial, The public gradually goes away. There is a general excitement. Many give loud comment on the happen- ings, others laugh, But the majority keep silent and walks slowly to the town, Marko Friedmann was 33 years old, lawyer, former member of the munici- pal council and in the last three years editor of the Jewish workers’ paper “Bratstvo,”. 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