The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 2, 1927, Page 10

| COMRADE Edited by the Young A Page for Workers’ THEY SAY — WE SAY ny IMA PIONEER. Capitalist (bosses) newspapers say that the bad ainese are chasing the good foreign bosses and Hissionaries out of China. We say that China belongs to the Chinese peo- e and they have a perfect right to kick out all se who have oppressed them through religion ul d trade for many years. “Boy Scouts say that the Ruthenberg Young Com- Bde Drive will be a failure. We, the children of the working class, say that ¢ Boy Scouts don’t know what they are talking ut, and we're going to prove it by getting all friends and classmates to subscribe to this drive. THAT’S THE SPIRIT! Dear Comrades: Here is something that happened in our school. Two weeks before Washington’s birthday our teacher said, “Let’s give a play.” All the children said, “All right.” Then she said to ine, “Catherine, will you be Bessie Ross sewing the first fiag?” 1 said I would do no such thing because Washington was NOT our hero, But then she put some other girl in my place, but I didn’t care. Your comrade, KATHERINE NAGY, LIKE WASHINGTON DID. Dear Comrades: In school, teacher always says that Washington was a brave and honest man. His men drove out the French, Germans and Eng- lish. In those days America wanted to rule itself. \Now there is a man in China that wants to do the same thing as Washington did. He wanted to drive out the foreign~ people from China. The Chinese want to rule their own country. The rich people are sending soldiers to China to stop her from sending out the foreigners. The rich bosses are the ones China wants to kick out of her country. 1 think the soldiers that got to China to fight are bad men. Now the United States cajtared a eity in China and are cutting the workers’ heads off. These workers ate something like Lenin and other great heroes. They want to free their coun- try and do as they please. Comradely yours, ‘ YOLAN ENYEDY. t rt ’ he Preacher Should Go To Work. Dear Comrade: We live near a church. The preacher he goes from house to house. He tries to get lots of members. But he cannot do it. One time he went to one house and asked a man if he belioves in God. The man said, no. Then the preach- er kneeled down by the man and prayed three hours. Then the preacher asked the man if he believes in God. The man said, “How can I be- lieve in God, if there isn’t amy.” Then the preacher got angry and went home. But the preacher is afraid to come to our place because he knows we would not go. They have meetings every day in a month. The preacher hollers so loud that you could hear him about a half a mile away. He just scares the people, they begin to cry and pray. The peo- plé are crazy and bring him money. If the people would be smart enough they would not bring the money to the church and the preacher would have to go to work just the same as the workers and fatmers do. I wish the preachers would be chased out of here or go to work, so they would make a labor school instead of a church. I am also going § | to try to get some new subscribers to the Young Comrade—ANDY SENETA, ‘ RUTHENBERG SUB BLANK Before Comrade Ruthenberg died he said “Let’s Fight On!” We, the children of the workers, wilt carry out Comrade Ruthenberg’s instructions by getting subs for the Young Comrade, All subs ld be sent to the Pioneer Editorial Committee, $8 East First Street, New York City. “Enclosed find 25 eents for % year subscription. Enclosed find 50 cents for 1 year subscription. Send to. Issued Evel Month. I cae OUR LEADER By TROTSKY—Brownsville Pioneer. Dear Comrade Ruthenberg why did you leave us To fight that battle by ourselves, alone? It can’t be true, the ranks they need your guidance, They need your help to bring that ideal home, They need your wisdom to help roll that boulder Of brotherhood united in the strife Ageinst a class that murders and oppresses The workers who are fighting for their lives. ° You gave your life for frecdom’s cause And we? We mourn our heavy loss. As a Bolshevik you died And as a Communist you cried Comrades, FIGHT ON, yowll win! Yes, we'll fight on, we'll fight We'll work and strive and labor till we win We'll carry out the work you've started The work you left off, we'll begin! BAT-LING JOHNNY RED I’m a Pioncer and my name is Johnny Red; I love to bat the bosses right on the heads Capitalists and Workers’ Children. ' By JOSEPHINE DARGIS. The workers make a living for the capitalists. But the capitalists pay no attention to the work- ers. Once I saw on the street a nice limousine with a chauffeur. In the car there was a beautiful dog looking out of the window. Out on the street was a forlorn boy with ragged clothes, shivering with cold selling papers. He looked at the limousine with a sad face saying to himself, “I wish I had a dog’s life.” What's the truth about capitalists? We workers make the millions for the capitalists. They give the money for building churches, and bet thousands of dollars to see boxing. Compare. the workers’ children to the rich. The ’ child has for lunch only hard bread and rt. The rich have all kinds of dainties. Do they. give the poor.chil- dren anything? NO! When the poor children grow up they again make millions for those capitalists. ARE YOU A GOSLING? A “Gosling” is a boy or a girl who’ believes everything that the teacher says, and who wants to join the boy or girl seouts. Don’t be a Gosling, he a PIONEER. om 6 en a e SECTION Pioneers of America and Farmers’ Children LAST WEEK’S PUZZLE The answer to last weck’s puzzle Number 7 is PIONEERS. Here are the names of those who aifswered the puzzle correctly: Vera Rosinsky, N. Y. C.; Edith Feferholz, N. Y. C.; Esther Borenstein, N. Y. C.; Henry Samek, Clif- ton, N. J.; Milton Relin, Rochester, N. Y.; Helge Ross, Brooklyn, N. Y., Mae Feurer, N. Y. C.; Abrae ham Israelite, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Irving Klein, Stam- ford, Conn, More Answers To Puzzle No. 6. Emil Bytwell, Cicero, N. Y.; Rese Horowitz, Roch- ester, N. Y.; William Gorelick, New, York City; Leo Goldman, New York City; Bennie Carnso, Chicaga, Til; John Bobinec, Dayton, Ohio” Heintz Silveo, Phila., Pa.; No Name, Detroit, Mich. More Answers To Puzzle No. 5. Liberte Vilarino, Inglewood, Cal. THIS WEEK’S PUZZLE NO. 8 This week’s puzzle. is'a word puzzle, The rules are each letter in the. puzzle stands for the letter before it in the alphabet. For instance B in the puzzle stands for A, S in the puzzle stands for R, in the answer. Let’s see you get this one. XF UIF DIJMESFO PG UI¥F XPSLFST XJMM GPMMPX° - PVS MFBEFS DPNSBEF SVUIFOCFSH BOE GJHTU PO CZ KPJOJOH UIF ZPVOH QJPOFFST Send your answers to the Pioneer Editorial Com- mittee, c/o Young Comrade Section, 83 East First Street, New York City, giving your name, age, address and the number of the puzzle. A WORKER’S LULLABY. By ELIZABETH TOTH. Go to sleep my baby, Don’t you weep: ner wail Coclidge is in the White House, Papa’s in the jail. Mama’s on the picket line Fighting for you and me, And everybody’s fighting For the workers’ U-NIT-Y. THE LITTLE GREY DOG (Continued) He considered for a moment, then cried happily, “Now I know, Hannah is just the right one for you. How could [ forget her? Of course, she has a little boy. .‘.” “I don’t want him,” the daughter interrupted, “My dear little son must not play with a dirty Segro child. You can keep Hannah’s son here.” “You are a good mother, my beloved child,” said the rich man, moved. “You always think of your son. Good, Benjamin shall remain here and when you go back to the city tomorrow, I will give you Hannah to take along. I will immediately tell the overseer, 8o that he may tell her to be ready.” And the rich man called a servant and bade him bring the overseer. Ah, what a sad night that was in the little hut of the Negroes, Poor Hamah hugged her little son close in her arms and cried as though her heart would break. Her huband Tom gazed at her with worried eyes. and was so miserable that he could not say a word. Hannah kept looking anxiously toward the little window, trembling with the ef seeing the first ray of light that meant that day was near, when she would Jeave her loved ones. The little grey dog seemed to understand the grief of his friends, he nestled quite close to Han- nah’s coat, looking up at them with loving, clever eyes. Then Hannah cried loudly, “If they sell too, Tom, what will become of our poor child?” The little dog laid his paw on little Benjamin as though to say, “Don't fear, poor mother, I will take care of him.” Hannah noticed this, sobbingly patted the shaggy head of the dog, and said to him, “Guard my little boy, you good dog. We are all as helpless and deserted as you.” The following morning, poor Hannah, weeping bitterly, rode off with the young woman. Her family was not allowed to see her off, for Tom had to work in the field and Benjamin, like all the slaves was forbidden to come near the house of the rich , man. (To Be Continued) :