The Daily Worker Newspaper, September 15, 1926, Page 6

Page Six THE DAILY WORKER Published by the DAILY WCRKER PUBLISHING CO. 1113 W. Washington Blvd., Chicago, Il, Phone Monroe 4713 SUBSCRIPTION RATES By mali (in Chicago only): By mail (outelde of Chicago): $8.00 per year $4.50 six months | $6.00 per year $3.50 six montha $2.50 three months i $2.00 three months Address ali mail and make out checks to THE DAILY WORKER, 1113 W. Washington Bivd., Chicago, Iillnols \. J, LOUIS ENGDAHL WILLIAM F. DUNNE MORITZ J. LOBB.. Entered as second-class mail September 21, 1923, at the post-office at Chi! cago, Ill, under the act of March 8, 1879. Editors .. Business Manager Gai 290 Advertising rates on application, The Wrong Kind of a United Front An International Labor News Service report informs us with joy that the Central Labor Council and the chamber of, commerce of Streator, Illinois, have ‘buried the hatchet of discord which they have been swinging at each other for several years and united to give a fitting welcome to the Illinois State Federation of Labor conven- | tion which will open its sessions in that city next Monday. No doubt this action will be seized upon as a topic for soulful speeches on the growing love that is developing between “capital and labor.” The corrupt bureaucrats who have sold themselves to Sam Insull and his favorite son, Frank L. Smith; the boon compan- ions of the Peabody Coal Company tool, Frank Farrington; the errand boys of governor Len Small, will have little to say about the big issues mining regions, about the strike in Passaic, New Jersey, or the coal mining regions, about the strike in Passaic, New Jersey, or ubout the treachery of the British Trade Union Council in betraying the miners. They hold their yearly meetings to exhibit themselves to the cap- italists and demonstrate that they are a force to be reckoned with when the politicians of capitalism are making up the payroll. The progressive delegates to the state convention of the Illinois Federation of Labor have a splendid opportunity this year to put Walker, Olander and their confederates on record on issues that must appeal to every intelligent worker. The workers of Illinois would be interested to know whether Walker and Company still sup- port Frank L. Smith, the exposed slush-fed political tool of Sam In- sull or what they have to say about the sell-out of Frank Farrington to the Peabody Coal Company. A united front between chambers of commerce and central labor councils is alright in the eyes of the labor bureaucrats. But a united front of all workingclass organizations to advance the interests of the workers thru industrial or political action is obnoxious to them. Production in Soviet Russia The March number of the Monthly Circular of the Labor Re- search Department, London, comments on the remarkable growth of production in Russia in contrast to the industrial stagnation which is evident in other countries of Europe. The following excerpt from the abeve named official publication of the Trade Union Congress should carry more conviction than the doleful concoctions that appear in the capitalist press hostile to the Soviet Union: “While unemployment in Germany, England and several of the smaller European countries has been rising steadily, and for sev- eral months has been at a level which affects a very large proportion of the workers in each country, the number of industrial workers in Russia has been steadily increasing.” We learn from the same source that the average monthly out- put of coal which was 1,315,000 in the year 1923-24, increased to | 2,056,000 in the seven months from October 1925 to April 1926. It is pointed out that this development in the coal industry has nothing to do with the British mining strike as the figures do not cover the period since the British strike started. And unlike the workers of other countries the Russian coal miners, and transport workers refused to dig or ship coal for England. The level of coal production in the Soviet Union has now reached 86 per cent of the level of production in 1913 while British produc- tion before the present crisis was approximately only 85 per cent of the 1913 figure. This development has taken place despite credit strangulation | by the international bankers, who have spoon-fed the industries of | all capitalist countries since the end of the war. Even the population of Russia has passed the pre-war figure according to the Russian Information Bureau in Washington. Allies of the British A London dispatch to the New York Times contains the follow- ing two sentences which shed a revealing light on the kind of sup- port the British imperialists rely upon to aid them in the fight against the growing power of the national liberation movement in China, as led by the Cantonese government forces: “A further complication in the situation, moreover, is the fact that the Chinese engaged in the fight against the British naval units belonged to the faction favored by the British, since it is fighting the Cantonese ‘red’ government, to which Great Britain is un- friendly.” “The river pirates with whom British merchant skippers got into a wrangle a few days ago, thus precipitating the fight in which the British navy suffered casualties, are considered here as no better than ordinary pirates.” From which we are to conclude that river pirates are a degree better than ordinary pirates so long as they fight on the side of Brit- ish imperialism. If they run amuck and shoot some British, they are just “ordinary pirates.” But any old pirate will do to fight the Cantonese. James A. Flaherty, supreme knight of the “kluxers” of Colum- bus, called on Calvin Coolidge with the object of inducing the admin- istration to intervene in Mexico in behalf of the pope. Flaherty’s name is suspiciously Irish, yet this papal craw-thumper never lifted his voice against the terrorism of the Black and Tans in Ireland who were the instruments of “protestant England” in crushing the people of “catholic Treland.” Earl P, Charlton, vice-president of Woolworth and Company and owner of cotton mills told President Coolidge that the country is prosperous outside of a few spots. The five and ten cent store magnate boasted that his stores are doing a $250,000,000 business this year, How much of this prosperity will go into the pockets of liis miserably paid store girls? SUBSCRIBE TO THE DAILY WORKER! Oscar McNapp was as fine a speci- {men of Scotch-Irish-American human- jity as ever slung a hook over his shoulder on a dock or tipped a roll of print paper on a hand truck, At the age of 26 Oscar looked for- ward to a long and happy life for no reason whatever. He was in good health and his unusual strength made him popular with every gang fore- man in the freight sheds where he worked. | Up at six in the morning, with an jhour for lunch, home at six in the evening, stopping for a beer on the | way—that was Oscar’s daily schedule. And when he had his supper in the boardinghouse and washed himself, he was off with the lads fr an evening’s | quiet drinking or perhaps he would visit Molly Anderson, the Swedish living-out girl that Oscar met one day at the beach and got to know, as | young people will. There was nothing Oscar liked bet- ter in the line of work these days than to tackle a carload of hay with a good gang and empty it in jig time. In the freight sheds the hay gang was envied, But it was no job for weak- |lings, There were five in the gang |and they had four cars to unload be- fore noon. One man breaking out the hay—sometimes it is packed so tight and swollen with moisture that it is almost impossible to open the doors. Another man at the pile on the shed floor and three men on the trucks. With a good bunch of lads the four cars could be emptied by 11 a. m. and the boys could adjourn to MacHooli- gan’s pub and have the dust in their |throats washed away by 12 noon when |the whistles blew for lunch. Oscar got tired of the boarding- house grub and its social atmosphere after his nineteenth visit to Molly, He was a rather devil-may-care fellow and hated the idea of getting married. |But he changed his mind. Indeed, it was Molly’s charming society rather than what she served Oscar from her employer’s larder that urged him to put a ring on her finger. Which he finally did. The boys from the shed were at | the wedding and Oscar was wished all kinds of good luck, including unlim- | ited progeny. Oscar did not disap- point his friends. What could a poor fellow do? Neither one had heard of Malthus and both were catholics, | Settled down in a tenement fiat | within a ten-minute walk from the | freight shed, Oscar started the second lap of his life. Things seemed much | better now. The work was just as jhard. The pay was just as small. “It is as easy to feed two mouths as one,” Tim Mulligan used to say, but Oscar did not think so, after what- THE DAILY WORKE A Whiff of Gas - ever Molly had saved was gone. Not that Oscar was a spendthrift, but what could a fellow saye out of $9 a week? He had his schooner of beer as usual, but he missed the wwexly trips to the burlesque show. It was not the right kind of a place to take adecent woman to. So Oscar and Molly began to go to church on Saturday nights. It was a cheap way of killing time. Molly often suggested to Oscar that other men were getting along and making money. Oscar was not dumb. He secured a job as‘a freight clerk, but the company did not raise his salary. The boss said:. “Oh, hell; anybody who can write his name can do this vy ork.” 6 It was a cleaner joh and Oscar did not have to wear his,overalls. He would stick his pencil behind his ear and swagger home go,the wives of other freight handlers, could see him. Molly was proud of this for a while. It was nice to have,a “clerk” for a husband While the other women had just laborers. “ Pretty soon Molly hegan to get dis- satisfied. She was goihg to have a baby and increasing thé population is a costly luxury. The priest told Molly that god wag kind tovher. Oscar was rather proud of himself, tho there ‘vas nothing unusualyabout being the father of a child, The baby came along. It was bap- tized. This. cost money. The priest got his and Oscar had to celebrate. Yet everything was;still good, Be- cause Oscar was.young and Molly was, still desirable. »She would meet ter husband at the door when he came from work and skip into the kitchen from whence came an agreeable odor of roast beef, or bacon and cabbage. Oscar would then fee! that he amount- 2d to something, tho he often felt like knocking the boss’ head off when he bawled him out because the gang did not empty the car on time. Oscar would tell those things to his wife sometimes. “I am no slave- driver and nobody will ever see me rushing the gang,” Oscar would say proudly, Molly would’ say nothing, but she thought much, . Another child was coming, but Oscar’s pay remained stationary. * * oi * °. Year followe | and Oscar and Molly grew old.f Seven children were born to them. The four eldest were ;now working. The girls were stenog- raphers and the boys worked in gro- | cery stores. Oscar, thought one of the boys should be a priest and the other a doctor. He ,thought the girls should become nuns or marry business men. Whatever they did was little good to Oscar, because they had their own troubles. Oscar was still working in, the freight shed when he was 55. By this time all HS children were in By ESTHER LOWE NEW YORK, Sept. 13.—(FP)—A movie star saw Potemkin in Berlin he | ever made.” Journalists Enthusiastic. New York journalists who saw the film in a showing arranged by Am- torg Trading Corp., holder of Ameri- can rights of the film, and the Film Arts Guild, were enthusiastic, but did not put their opinions into print to | help batter down the censorship. Potemkin is a page from history | graphically and beautifully presented. |The armed cruiser Prince Potemkin jlay off Odessa when the 1905 revolu- ‘tion was attempted in Russia against \the czar, The sailors heard of the | stirring ashore and rebelled against |their harsh officers, bad conditions and particularly the maggoty meat | which the ship’s doctor passed as fit food. When the officers ordered the shoot- ing down of discontented ones, one sailor cried out to the firing squad not to shoot their brothers and the fight was on. The sailors seized the ship from their officers and threw them overboard along with the wormy meat. They elected a committee of 26 to take charge, Revolt at Odessa. ys But the sailor who had cried “Brothers,” had. been shot dead by the chief officer before the latter was seized, The sailor’s body was taken ashore at night—one of the finest pieces of photographic artistry in the film—and left on the fisherman’s dock with an explanatory note pinned to his breast, All.day long lines of work- ers, men and. women, filed down the seemingly endless steps and out the breakwater to view the body, ‘Then the cossacks came and all night there was firing in the town. Workers were shot down in cold blood—helpless mothers and children. When the sailors on Potemkin heard of it they turned their guns against the palaces on the hilltop and bom- barded them until there was quiet among the sharpshooters and cos- sacks, Movie Shows Naval Dash, Officers from the ship had managed to swim ashore, however, and sum- moned the rest of the admiral’s fleet. |Potemkin turned its nose ward ‘and when within range signalled for ‘he sailors on the other ships to Jpin them, In fear the fleet officers: dered their ships to right-about,. © The film ends suddeqly with the sailors shouting, “Hu rp R By T. J. O'Flaherty He did not shifting for; themselves. his youngest visited them occasion- ally. One evening the general\foreman in the shed informed Oscar that he would have to go on the night shift or get back on the truck, with a day gang. He was not as accurate as he used to he and there was not so much rush at |night. Oscar was flabbergasted. “Is this the way you treat me after all my years of service to the com- pany?” he asked the foreman, “Is isn’t my fault, Oscar,” replied the foreman. “I am pushed for results and unless I push somebody else I get pushed out. .Anyhow,” he said, try- ing to be, funny, “you are now an old man and. you might as. well, work nights as be home,” jabbing Oscar in the ribs with a pencil. Oscar had to take the night job. But he caught cold and almost died. When he was able to leave, the house again, Oscar was a wreck of his for- mer self. He went to the company’s office and reported for work, The boss informed him that his place was filled, but if he waited a while there might be something for him, Oscar haunted the company’s em- ployment office, but théreé was nothing doing. Strong young men, full of en- ergy, laughing and joking, stood with hooks on their shoulders waiting for the 7 o’clock whistle to blow every morning, as old Oscar made his daily application for work. But why should the company hire an old’ man when young blood was available? “Unless you get a job soon,” said Molly to Oscar one morning’ after he returned from a fruitless quest for employment, “I don’t know what we will do.” Tears came from Oscar’s eyes. He thought of the distant days when he first saw Molly at tie beach. How appealing she looked. Full of vitality And how she admired him. What dreams they had? Health and youth was theirs. The future could take care of itself. They lived good lives. Brought forth children, were loyal to each other, But now they were old and . ¥ * * * * . In the early hours of the morning |on the Daily Messenger the night edi- |tor handed a news item to one of his subordinates. “Slap a one-line ten-point cap bold- face head on this and mark the story | six-point boldface for a filler!” The story read: “Oscar McNapp, 60 years old, a laborer formerly employed at the northwestern sheds of the Chicago, Racine and Waukegan Railroad Com- pany, was found asphixiated in his room yesterday. His wife, Molly, sald he was despondent because he was out of work,” WILL AMERICAN CENSORS KILL THE GREAT HISTORICAL MOVIE OF RUSSIAN NAVAL REBELLION? LL, Federated Press. « re American: workers to see the film has declared thé\pict}re “the greatest | which has won Douglas Fairbanks’ highest praise? se a since the Berlin audiences are seeing a modified version of the original | playing in Russia. London and other English cities may suffer the same fate. other from ship to ship and only the final caption gives brief indication of the historical end of the incident. The caption says that Potemkin was final- ly interned in a Roumanian port. Rakovsky Aided Rebels, What happened in history was that Odessa fell into the hands of the army and the sailors could not longer get food from shore. They steamed to a Roumanian port and were refused aid. They went back to Theodosia, a Rus- sian port, and commanded food with their guns but whenja group of the sailors tried to seizeithree coal bar- ges for much needed:fuel they were shot down. ne The ship returned to:Roumania and thru Christian Rakovsky, now ambas- sador from Soviet Russia to France, who was then in Roumania, the sail- ors negotiated the turning over of the ship to the Roumanian govern- ment. hr Will U. 8. Censofs Kill It? That is the story the film and that is history, but ether it is ac- ceptable history to fe censors of movies in the United, States remains to be seen. As for being a work of art, censors seem $9 know nothing of art in their choige of what the American film public may see. Potemkin is a rilling working class picture of hit ical value as well as artistic value and American workers should demand that they not be deprived of this film made by Soy- Kino, the Russian movie trust, Amsterdam Union of Land Workers Meets At Geneva, Sept. 28 (Special to The Daily Worker) GENEVA, Sept, 13.—-Farm laborers will meet in Geneva Sept. 28-30 in the congr of the International Land- workers’ Federation, one of the sec- tions of the International Federation of Trade Unions. Topics to be dis- cussed Include the regulation of wages and working conditions of farm labor- ers by means of coll @ agreements and of legislation; the right of labor- ers in agriculture to combine, and means of protection of workers in the agricultural Industry CURRENT } EVENTS By T. J. O'Flaherty. (Continued from. page 1) delegate to the league of.nations. The latter listened and twiddled his thumb. He heard that kind of thing be fore. After the various delegates threw their hats in. the air and _pre- dicted that war was only. a ‘horrible memory, Stresemann, the German, and Briand, the Frenchman, agreed that talking disarmament and disarming were two different propositions. Then both got into a corner and discussed a Franco-German treaty. John Bull’s agents cocked their ears and won- dered, es OHN THOMAS SCOPES, defendant in the famous evolution trial in Day- ton, Tennessee, may not have to pay that $100 fine imposed on him by the trial judge after a jury of mountain- eers found him guilty of teaching that said. mountaineers were only sepa- rated from their gorilla ancestors by only a few million years. Somebody dug up an old provision from the state constitution whicH prohibits a’ trial judge from imposing a ‘fine of over $50 on a defendant. Perhaps Ten- nessee has a stomach full of unen- viable notoriety by now. ~~ I a ETTER play with fire than get mixed up with Aimee McPherson! Mrs. Lorraine Wiseman, who offered herself as a sacrifice for Aimee by declaring she was the mysterious “Mrs. X” of the cottage by the sea with Aimee’s radio operator, was ar- rested for writing worthless, checks, Commenting on the arrest, Aimee said: “She seemed such lovely woman and a fine character. IT would have believed anything she said. 1 really can’t understand it.” We can, but we'll be blessed if we understand how Aimee got away with the money she swindled from her fool followers after telling them a fake story about her adventure. . ‘O doubt the association for the pro- tection of the United States from the pope will jump on the story of the four nuns who were caught with $5,000 worth of dutiable goods cross- ing the Canadian border into the United States. The ers at first de- clared they had nothing for the cus- toms, but the ladies looked rather ro- tund, so they were searched. The of- ficers found lace sewed into specially made petticoats, The nuns were at a loss to know how the lace got there, And the officers were considerably more amazed when they found babies’ clothes with the lace, the priests gar- ments andthe table linens, Now, surely, New Menace will have someth: ‘Biless na know where-most of them were. Only’ oes A NEW j NOVEL Upton GQtaclair 5 Ross is a wealthy independent California oil operator who Was frat lim fives a teamster ‘and’ then Rimerchant. before he went Into the off business. Bunny, son, is a sensitive boy, learning the oil business and now demands of the men will be granted and Bunny is very happy. going to high school. Dad has a field in the San Elido Valley on the Watkins they were both much younger. He liked Paul who had run away from home because he didn’t like the religious discipline imposed by his father, Pa is now a carpenter in the new Watkins field and his sister Ruth Is kee! house for him. The Watkins field is really Bunny’s and he has been made ve wealthy thru the bringing in of a great Well which has grown to fourteen der- ricks. In the meantime war with Ser miany looms and the men in the oll field under the leadership: of an organizer for the Oil Workers’ Union, Tom Axton, to strike for an eight-hour day and a raise in wages. Paul becom r of the strikers and a battle is on betwene the oil workers and the Oil 4 Various. operators, including Dad, during the striki and receives the reports only thru the press. H the strikers and doesn’t believe the calumnis strikers. Bunny goes back to the field and g who has now become a strike leader and editor of the strikers’ paper. He Bunny he is too soft to do what he would like to do, stand with the strike That same day, news comes from Washington that because of the war the demands of the men will be granted and Bunny is very happy. Il gucH was the way of Bunny’s initiation into the adult life. Gone were the days of happy innocence when he could be content to sit holding hands with Rosie Taitor. “Holding hands” was now walking on a slippery ledge, over a dark abyss where pleasure and pain were so mingled you could hardly tell them apart. Bunny was frightened by the storm of emotion which seized upon him, and still more by the behavior of the girl in his arms; a kind of frenzy shook her, she clung to him in a convulsion of excitement, half sobbing, half laughing, with little cries as of an animal in pain. And Bunny must share this de- lirium, she would not have it otherwise, she was furious in her exactions, the mistress of these dark rites, and he must obey her will. The first time, the boy was overwhelmed by the realization of what he had done, but she clung to him, whispering, “Oh, Bunny, don’t be ashamed! No, no! I won't let you be ashamed! Why haven’t we got a right to be happy? Oh, please, please, be happy!” So he had to promise, and do his best. “Oh, Bunny, you are such a sweet lover! And we are going to have such good times.” This was her crooning song, wrapped in his arms, there under the spring-time moon, which is the same in California as everywhere else in the world. And when the chill of the California night began to creep into their bones, they could hardly tear themselves apart, but all the way over the dunes they walked arm in arm, kissing as they went. “Oh, Bunny, it was perators’ Association which supplies thugs and gunmen to the Bunny is back at school |bold and bad of me, but tell me you forgive me, tell me you’re jglad I did it!” It appeared to be his duty to comfort her. Driving back to Beach City they talked about this adven- ture. Bunny hadn’t thought much about sex, he had no philoso- phy ready at hand, but Eunice had hers, and told it to him simply and frankly. The old people taught you a lot of rubbish about it, and then they sneaked off and lived differently, and why should you let yourself be fooled by silly “don’ts?” Love was all right if you were decent about it, and when you had found out that you didn’t have to have any babies, why must you bother to get married? Most married people were miserable anyhow,, and if the young people could find a way to be happy, it was up to them, and what the old folks didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Did Bunny see anything wrong with that? Bunny answered that he didn’t; the reason he had been “such an old prude,” was just that he hadn’t got to know Hunice. She said that men were supposed not ‘to care for a girl who made advances to them; therefore, she added with her flash of mischief, it would be up to Bunny to make some advances from now on. He said he would do so, and would have started at once, only Eunice was driving at forty-some miles an hour, and it would be better to hurt her feelings than to upset the car. Were there other girls like Eunice, Bunny wanted to know, and she said there were plenty, and named a few, and Bunny was surprised and a little shocked, because some of them were promi- nent in class affairs, and decorous-seeming. Eunice told him about their ways, and it was a good deal like a secret society, with- out any officers or formal ritual, but with a strict code none the less. They called themselves “the Zulus,” these bold spirits who had dared to do as they pleased; they kept one another’s secrets | faithfully, and helped the younger ones to that knowledge which was so essential to happiness. The old guarded this knowledge jealously—how to keep from having babies, and what to do if you got “caught.” There was a secret lore about the art of love, and books that you bought in certain stores, or found stowed away behind other books in your father’s den. Such volumes would be passed about and read by scores. It was a new ethical code that these young people were mak- ing for themselves, without any help from their parents. Eunice did not know, of course, that she was doing anything so inpos- ing as that; she just talked about her feelings, and what she liked and what she feared. Was it right to love this way or that? And what did Bunny think about the possibility of loving two girls at the same time? Claire Reynolds said you couldn’t, but Billy Rosen said you could, and they ware wrangling all the time. But Mary Blake got along quite happily with two boys who loved her and had agreed not to be jealous. This was a new world into which Bunny was being introduced, and he asked a lot of ques- tions, and could not help blushing at some of Eunice’s matter- of-fact replies. Bunny crept into the house at two o’clock in the morning, and no member of the family was the wiser. But he was equally as late the next night, and the next—had he not promised Eunice to ‘make the advances?” So of course the family realized that something was up, and it was interesting to see their reactions. Aunt Emma and Grandma were in a terrible “state,” but they could not say why—such was the handicap the old generation imposed upon themselves. only talk about late hours and their effect on a boy’s health. And Dad himself could not do much more, When Bunny said that hé had been taking Hunice Hoyt driving, Dad asked about her, was she a “nice girl?” Bunny answered that she was the treasurer of the girl’s basket-ball team, and her father was Mr. Hoyt, whom Dad knew, and she had her own car and had even tried to pay for the supper. So there could be no idea that Bunny was being “vamped,” and all Dad said was, “Take it easy, son, don’t try to live your whole life in a couple of weeks. Also there was Bunny’s sister, and that was curious. Had some underground message come to Bertie, through connections with the “Zulus?” All that she said was, “I’m glad you've con- sented to take an interest in something beside oil and strikers for a change.” But behind that sentence lay such an ocean of calm feminine knowledge! Bunny was started upon a new train of thought. Could it be that late hours meant the same thing for his sister that they had suddenly come to mean for him? Bertie was supposed to dancing; and did she always come directly home, or.did she also park by the wayside? Bunny had got over being shocked by the parking of Hunice’s car, but it took him longer to get used to the idea of the parking of his sister’s car. He bagn to notice, as he drove along the highways in the evening—-what a great number of parked cars there were! ait | 4 They both went to Dad, but could”