The Daily Worker Newspaper, January 15, 1927, Page 14

What Wall Street Wants In Latin America By THURBER LEWIS. "J.HH above map shows the disposition of United States strength in the Caribbean and Central America. (1) Shows Puerto Cabezas, the headquarters of the liberal rebels under Dr, Sacasa. United States marines were landed here to hamper Sacasa’s move- ments against the puppet President Diaz who is be eaguered in the capital, Managua (6) by the rebels, Later, the entire east coast of the country was block- aded by Admiral Latimer’s fleet to prevent munitiong and also food, from reaching the liberals. ONG while ago there was war in the United States. K was known as the War of the Rebellion. It wes a struggle between armed forces of the North aml the South. The cause of the trouble wag hu- man slavery. The Negro was bought and sold as a fiving chattel. So the people of the North fought the people of the South to maintain the union of states and set the black man free. Abraham Lincoln became the hero of the nine- teenth century. He was president of the United States, and issued the famous emancipation procla mation. His acts were sustained. The colored man received the gift of citizenship. He was granted all the rights and privileges and insured protection to life and property. The slavery question was settled, The Negro was free—to be lynched. But the twen- tieth century has the problem of setting the white man free. HE worker was the real man in the war on hu- man slavery, The manufacturers of the North Objected to the competition of manufacturers of the South. It was claimed that employed labor was more expensive than owned labor. The capitalists of the North argued that they could not compete with similar operators of the South because of the difference in cost of hired men and chattel slaves. When the Civil War ended real competition was ixtroduced. The manufacturers tried to put the dest material in the hands of competent workmen @o produce the best finished articles. The cloth fas ali wool, all cotton or all silk. There was noth- img just as good. The consuming public did not have to choose between the real and the substitute. The word imitation was unknown. We generally refer to that period as the time when men were hon- ect. JN the second year of the Civil War I came to the earth. My parents were poor farmers, . They Wved im the clay hills of Kentucky. Their money crap was tobacco. Once a year we could buy boots made of real leather. Our horses worked in leather. harness, If it was leather we knew the product of the factony was good. It was guaranteed to last fong and wear well. We did not have fellowship dealers for revenue only in those days, Long while ago I grew to manhood and located, fm the West. When free homesteads became scarce mon began to build towns and cities. Capitalism took possession of industry. The dollar was the accepted god of commerce. Competition gave way eb SOAK NEON, lands, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba and Fonseca Bay, Nic- aragua, in all three of which places, the United States has naval bases for the protection of the Panama Canal (7). There is a general mobilization ‘of navai forces at Guantanamo at present. Hf the United States attacks Mexico, the first place to be occupied will be Vera Cruz, (8) her most important port, which was occupied by U. S. troops in 1914. (9) shows Mexico City, for which Vera Crus is the port, ‘The strategic positions held by the United States im this region as shown above prove how ridiculous (3], (3)Sand (4), respectively show the Corn Is-the charge is that Mexico “threatens” the Panama The Story of Leather Gloves - “By Jed Shomaker to trusts and combinations. Prices for raw mater- ials went dowm. Labor had é fight for just com- pensation. Sales prices of finished products went up to the limit of profiteering. BOUT one year in ten I saw come evidence of prosperity. In that year I could sometimes af- ford to buy a suit of clothes. IM was during one of those fat periods that my folks decided to remember my birthday with a present, The gift selected was a pair of gloves. So I was escorted to a dealer im leather goods. The clerk was one of those high school retail selling boys. He gave me ome of his class smiles and displayed the glovés. “They are a)l leather,” the youthful merchant sug gested, “But the price is toe much for leather,” I re torted. “You know leather is leather nowadays,” said the boy, while a line of wisdom crossed his brow. “I know leather is leather but why ask so much for leather gloves?” I quickly shot back at the boy in training. “The old farmers get big prices for their fides,” he replied, as he straightened up and relieved his pointed shoulders. “Say boy, the farmers are not shipping many hides. They do not care to got freight bills from f a Gen. BORAH 1S SAID TO PS ee Square SHOOTER” HIS LAST MEAL. The prison director asked tha criminal, whose execution was to take place next morning: “What do you want for supper? You are allowed to eat and drink what and as much as you want.” “What a pity,” the murderer replied. “If you had only asked me that three months ago! Then the murder would not have taken place!” 8 Map by Thurber Lewis. Canal, iteelt strongly fortified. There are now 18 pare ls endings ito dlasadinggap setepicomyee. ah 4 both coasts of Nicaragua. They are not tor use solely against the small army of rebels who are tool, Dias, altho they are doing this as well. There ig no doubt that Admiral Latimer’s large force (be ing reinforced every day) is in Caribbeam waters the bmnyers,” I quickly volunteered the information. “Labor costs a lot. You know the unions must have big money for glovemakers,” the little fellow suggested, while the boss listened in from the back end of the shop. “Well, 1’ take the gloves,” I announced as the boy began to breathe more freely. “But, young fel low, listen to this. Have your boss give you amr other line of talk. I am an old mewspaperman, I know a thing or two about the farmers and the anion workers, who make gloves.” “[ am listening,” the boy whispered, as one ore turned a corner, to get a fair glimpse of the head “The cost of the raw material and the union le bor used in making those gloves would mot amount to ten per cent of the retail selling price. It is not the rich old farmer nor the high paid union worker that gets the big slica of bacon, but the manufactup ers, distributors and retailers that take the whole hog.” The gloves were almost without value to me They were made to sell not to wear. The animal from whose hide the gloves were out had euffered much poverty, for cracks opened and holes appeared in jess than a month. My gloves were not worth pocket space. Can You Not Hear? By HENRY GEORGE WEISS They deem because the days in seeming quiet Pass by with laggard feet, Because there is no red rebellious rict To tumult all the street, ‘ That there is peace betwixt their class and ours, That with this endless toil we ame content, That in its lair, divided, slovery cowers, Shackled, bespent. But listen close—can you not hear the rumble As of volcanic forces underground, Where in the hives of work, the meek, the humble Go round and round? i Can you not hear the groaning and complaining Of little children in the noisome mills? Can you not feel the social structure straining Under the pace that kills? ~