The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 3, 1926, Page 12

| It Can’t Be Stopped! Nay ROBABLY everyone who reads these lines will be ignorant of the fact that a red revolution was declar- ed in New York, on the morning of April 12, 1923. It did not succeed, of course, but it got out its manifesto anyway. Ellis O. Jones, a humorist formerly comnected with Life, Judge and other satirical organs of the middle class, was the leader, father, nurse and trumpet of this revolution. He held it in Central Park. A few cops were there to hear him read his proclamation, and a few curious friends to applaud. The weather was bad; it rained, and Ellis had to do his revoluting under an umbrella. Maybe the drizzle was what pu a damper on the spread of this stunt re- volution. No one took it seriously, anyway. But there are five or six people who take Harry Waton seriously, the chief of these being Harry Waton himself. He ‘s not satisfied with a mere re- volution in New York however; he js going to start a world revolution. Harry has held a meeting in a hall, and published a “Marxian” pamphiet, and now the revolution ought to be- gin. Harry does not approve of the Com- munist International. So he is go- Ing to start a new International, he AMERICAN BILLIONAIRE IMPERIALIST TO AMERICA N- TRADE UNIONISTS: “Now boys, you wouldn't think of as- .soclating With those damn foreigners, would you? Ain't wé Am eficans going to stick together and conquer the whole world?” But the American Trade Union Movement cannot alway s be held under the domination of American Capitalists. The American Trade Unions also will ultimately line up for World Trade Union Unity, says Cartoonist Maurice Becker. onian god for his Watonian interna- “Funny Harry Waton” - - By Michael Gold y = | The Art of Makin g a Living He has provided for everything. Everything but the most important element in any movement—the mass- es. The masses will not follow you, Harry, even tho you think you have the revealed word of a mystic “Mark” in your mystic grasp. The masses of the proletariat instinctively sniff out freaks and egotists. The time has passed for these last-stand, side-show saviours. Marxism is a blue-print to history; it is a technique for mass movements; it is everything but a philosophy for individualistic street- evangelists out for a collection and a personal church. By the eleven thousand virgins of Cologne, what amazing effrontery. Millions of workers march behind the red flag of the Comintern, on a plat- form worked out by Lenin and other master minds. And Harry Waton, a funny little egotistic book-worm of Second Ave- nue, comes along in 1926 and de clares he will sweep aH this away and set up & new and more correct movement. is Some of us have often wanted to run the world, but we never had the nerve to confess it to others. But Harry is naked and unshamed, Let's crown him with a bundle of old her- rings and onion tops, the kind ho: wives drop from tenement windo on the East Side on the heads of By J. O. Bentall. RS. MONEYBAGS was very tired and her head ached, so she had a masseur come in to massage her. The masseur was tired also and her head ached, but she felt that she had to go, for she had her living to make. Mrs. Moneybags wore only.the most expensive lingerie. Selma, the shop girl who sold it, loved it, but never had even enough of the simpler kind, for she had her living to make. The real estate agent sold Mrs. Moneybags a beautiful house. He lived in a small and dingy flat himself, together with his family of five chil- dren, but he made his living by selling big estates for his boss. The car_salesman also sold Mrs. Moneybags the kind of a high-powered ear he only dreamed of having, but never expected to get, for he had his iving to make. On “Going By J. O. Bentall. NCE upon a time there lived a king who was very great and very funny and very stupid. He had power over his people and did with them as he All of Mrs, Moneybags’ servants did her bidding, and were always at her beck and call, for she was rich, and they had their living to make. Marjorie adored furs and high-priced gowns and wore them every day. She was a manikin and had a living to miake, so she posed for Mrs. Money- bags and her kind, but when her day’s work was over she donned her old dress that she had just patched up and renewed. Mrs. Moneybags’ hair dresser, her beauty specialists, her physician, even her butcher and grocer, catered to her, for they all had their living to make, Mrs. Moneybags was tired and mo rose almost all the time. She did not think any too highly of Mr. Money- bags, but she went thru with it. You see, Mrs, Moneybags had her liv ing(?) to make, too, Back First” & peanut judge and sentenced to death by hanging. When a large group of condemned victims were in the hangman's yard one day an unusual] thing happened. Some of the group expressed an un- iw i\I yeni ranicaaticinecenatieits tt