The Daily Worker Newspaper, November 27, 1926, Page 14

| SPORTS | USINESS is business —meaning college football business. For “ the last few weeks w this Bug insisted that our modern brain. em- poriums spent more money to educate feet than heads. Now the tion comes along with some data to show why. They report $800,000 as the estimat- ed income of the football season just | concluded Saturday with the Harvard | game, The figure is based upon an appropriation of the gate receipts as follows: Harvard game in Yale bowl, $300,- | 000; Princeton game in Palmer sta-| dium, $225,000; Army game in bowl, | $225,000; Brown game $50,000. With increasing profits football may become so important that all learning will be bent to this purpose, Enough | mathematics will be taught to call sig- | nals; engineering will come handy to | lay out football stadiums and measure yardage gained; physics to teach the laws of forward passing (here’s where ers; economics will be taught to the, boys in the ticket office and finance board. et. ¢ eee - a Yale Athletic a jlong to that class! jseemed hatdly worth while. ‘his faith im the flag he would have the Einstein theory will come handy); | music and poetry will train cheer lead- | courses will be given to the school | = After Bloodshed---Fraternity By GEORGE JARRBOE, “Brothers, brothers!” chanted Klein monotonously, “All Mexicang are my brothers!” “Why do you keep it up? inquired Harry politely, The Jewish gob hesitated. Then he spoke in a low, trembly voice. “I am from the working class! The time is coming when I must remember I be- And I wilt not kit?" Harry shook his head and thought it best to walk away. As he pre- tended to watch the lazy gulf waves he wag upset himself. Life das sea- man, second class, on a dreadnaught But for jumped ship.’ Harry reflected:. the soft-soaping enlisting officer had chat- |ted briskly of broadside to broadside, } then hand-to-hand combat, overcoming |strong men for the honor of a stain- less flag, Stainless? Shipmates boasted of re- cent clubbings and stabbings of civil- ians in Nicaragua! MHarry could not believe such cruel things were done; WONDER how many fight Bugs know that | Negroes were the pio-| of knocking noses? The | first heavy weight | champ was Tom Moli-| $100,008 purse for his master, Algernon Molineaux—and that much money bought more than one steak in those days. In fact, with all that money you could even get onions | With the steak then. Molineaux lost his title to Tom Cribb in England in neers ‘of the noble art | : neaux, a slave of Rich- | mond, Va. He won a/! 1810,, after kmocking all “superior whites” loose from their necks in | America. j Since then there have followed a suc- | cession of brilliant Negro boxers: Peter, Jackson, Joe Gans, Joe Walcott, Sam Langford, Jack Johnson and a host of others who could also hit so hard they could knock the smile off a cigar store Indian. *¢6¢ @ JUST have to mention it again Brother Bugs, You might have miss- ed it. The bird who raised such holy hell about the odoriferous circumstances sur- rounding the Army Navy game in Chicago today is a fish—our friend the poor (Ham- ilton) Fish Jr. Brother fish complains that other fish among senators and investigation, It seems that’ wiser congressional fish secured tickets for the game at a trifling $3.60 and sold them for $50. Members of congress secured nearly $12,000 tickets which they peddled at a profit, Evidently poor (Hamilton) Fish and a few other fish were over- looked. Meanwhile tha poor Chicago fish who pay taxes will pay the $30,000 de ficit on the game. The expenses in- cluding transportation and housing of cadet and middy corps, printing, erect- ing temporary seats “and incidentals” will total $630,000. The ticket sale brought $600,000. The Army and Navy will play today. The flag will be flown and saluted; the vice-president promises to be there; arfay and navy drills will show the dear public to what noble manit mess we owe the eafety of our coun- try; and to the tune of Yankee Doodle and the Red, White and Blue, the poor (Hamilton) Fish, Jr., in congress and the poor (tax-paying) fish in Chicage can complain till hell freezes over, * ¢ @ Tho*skating season is here, Any To keep hig head the boy had let out his emotions into bright dreams. He went off by himself and pictured a strongly walled city filled with sal- diers and cannon, the heroes and Old Glory charging into battle smoke, the oki man-to-man conflict, . The dreadnaught dropped anchor in Vera Cruz harbor. Harry was puzzled when no shot was fired at them. The town seemed asleep in the trembling sunshine; ne cannon; no soldiers. Just then a bosun’s mate. poked him and told him to go. below and get ready. A landing party! Bloodshed! But where was the enemy? Harry could not understand the situation at all, Kilein tiptoed over and whis- pered: “America is in the wrong, The treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo after 1848 provided that all disputes should be submitted to arbitration.” Harry stole a glance at hig precious flag, more puzzled than ever. Hatred for the enemy was whipped up. The catholic chaplain rabbed his fat pink hands, “The gfeasers are turning _ against our holy church. Makes me more anxious to clean ’em up.” The pious fellow was very Mnkershetee What Mexico Is Fighting. firmly he looked to the fiag, symbol of justice and mercy. The others also adored the banner, but when Harry asked why, they shut upand just whis- pered about him. All were patriots except Klein; because he scowled at the flag nobody but Harry would talk to him. There was Klein now, all alone as usual, leaning over the rvil. In spite of himself, Harry loped over and rested a hand on the Jew’s shoul- der, “Come out of it, you! white the gettin’s good!” The petty officer pushed them along. They were to dip their white uniformg in coffee, dyeing them a khaki color. All the Get below congressmen besides himself want an | *#!lors were doing it, to make them- selves less of a target. Vera Cruz was their destination. It seemed the “greasers” were to be forced to salute the flag. Harry inquired why. “Well, Wilson ‘said so. What's more, you bastard, you’re turning into a regular sea lawyer and you better look out!” pre-war style!) or any Workers Sports Club that enters skating competitions, will always find room in this column for any victories they “put on ice.” As usual, send the skating news to the skate who signs himself happy. The landing party fell in along the ship’s rail. Mostly young fellows with faces vacant of intelligence, standing stiffly, rather excited. “Grow) as you charge, men!” snapped a natty officer, At the kind of snarls a drunken man gives to his dog ‘the boats filled with imperialist shock- troops. 4a the invaders raced across the bay im their fast motorboats, faintly, in alarm, they heard the beautiful Mexican bugle call Straining his eyes, Harry could see no sign of sol- diers. Only a pedestrian or two was ducking for cover. And well they might! Over the heads of the boys in the boats the “San Francisco, ““Ches- ter” and “Prairie” let drive a rapid fire. From then on events moved diz- aily fast for Harry. He remembers landing, slipping im a pool of blood. He looked. It was ebbing from a woman’s wounded side. He felt for his firstaid package, “Oa!” bellowed a petty officer, Hustled ahead, motivated by the fear of court-martial and the desire to inflict hurt on helpless people, the young fellows licked their dry lips and sibilated like wolves, Only Harry and the Jew kept their heads. A rage sripped the boy who had dreamed of glory. He sneered at the flag, stained with the crime of it all. So Klein was right! Sidling up to his pal, Harry pressed his hand in understand- ing. “You are my brother; all men are my brothers,” said the Jew. hus- kily. With sad eyes Klein paddled by Harry. Neither fired at an object. These poor devils in the rags of their exploited country were brothers, brothers! “Brothers, brothers!” chanted Harry and Kleipb, The boys had to slog on. big, once-handsome naval academy they stopped short, The cruisers had slapped in shells thru the windows At the and secretly marveled at the rich: out. Harry and Klein to rush around, yelling like the flends, letting off their rifles, shouts of joy the bedrooms were being rifled, Helpless against the big shells, the Mexican boys had been chucked about by the hurricanes of explosions. Blood stank everywhere, on sheets, Pillows, books, broken furniture, on the money and trinkets being lifted by the invaders. Everywhere things like bloody worms seemed to crawl over things; the cadets had taken mattresses from their bedg and stuffed them into the broad windows—the shells had blown boys and bedding into feathery wriggling bits. Klein and Harry stood in a corner. They took a moment tn which to breathe, and decided to smile as they saw two satin slipperg borne away as a gift to the captain of an English warship. A pious gangster from New York, whose loud voice and brutal fist had earned him rapid promotion to bosun’s mate, routed out the boys. “Into the street with ye!” he shouted. As he was poking his bayonet their way they scuttled out. The pious catholic was now real bloodthirsty, religious fury agitating him against the help- less people. Crazed with fear, bleed- ing about the head, a child skidded up and clutched his legs, “Padre!” wailed the small shrill voice. The petty officer raised hig rifle and was bringing down the butt on the little one’s head when he paused and shoved the kid to one side, “I can’t do it!” he wolfed, and squatted on a door. step, The boys slogged on., The street was filled with panic-stricken citizens Three nuns on the run, showing their fat calves, were not molested, Harry passed rippling banks of morning glo- color of the hibiscus. Dark alleys. Prostitutes in silk tights killed by shells. An old beggar sitting on steps, very quiet. Breeze lifted white hair from forehead and there was a frag- ment of hot iron sticking in his fore head. Harry sobbed. “On! On!” bellowed the Annapolis masters ard their overseers, the petty officers. The imperialist shock troops drove on. To a smashed-up school. Shells had burst within. A slaughterhouse. Tough sailors cried out when they got im The gangster howled to a saint. Harry had to go in, nearly stumbling over a child at the black- board who was chalking away swiftly, making queer, crazy scrawlings. Harry peeked. Her eyes had been put out. He felt impelled to look up, and start. ed backward. Above the blinded un- fortunate smouldered the stern eyes Benito Juarez, liberator of Mexico, Harry covered his face, leaning on his rifle, tears streaming down his cheeks. The great navy of the U. 8. at a murdering job like thist A de- fenseless town bombarded, helpless men, women, children butchered! Klein tiptoed up, his long nose wob- bling as his face worked up and down, “Harry, these poor kids! Some day there will be a change. Some day we shall enter another great room like this, but filled with dead oi] men, sen- ators and admirals!” “All this murder and still no salute to the flag,” muttered Harry, “What kind of rag is {t that must drink human blood to satisfy fta bastard ‘honor’?” The boys dared to dream out loud of the big room filled with dead bosses, of the rich land of Mex- ico emerging from the exploiter’s shadow. Away with priests and cathe- drals, up with peasants and cottages! The boys trembled at the vision of a workers earth, Then there would be no more massacres like Vera Cruz! They had no blame for the imperialist shock troops. Mere pawns. Dumb, driven, unawakened, “Just working class men like us!” observed Klein, “Like the dead citizens in the streets!” put in Harry, “Brothers, brothers!” chanted both Bugs who like to get a skate on (not| A well mien Chicago outdoor sport.|so that the front of the building was | Harry and Klein, -*