The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 7, 1927, Page 6

| DoS 1S LB | nat — re si Ww -12 ae eee eee ~ rer) aw ee ’ Page Six The Chief and Stalin’s Picture DONALD McKILLOP iled together, the chief and I got in f he thought so much ezer, which I found in a very n unheard of thing by giving me still higher in his estimation By HE first trip we along without fr of me for fixing the bad state, that he did a refreshment. I ros when he discovered me ding the Bible. But, I only flattered to deceive in agreeing with him he Bible is a good book. But his disil- | 3 me until homeward bound, the sec- t me a copy of the “Workers’ isco, which contained a picture of Comrade § I ight it would look well stuck u t out and pinned it up, facing ti t ‘ turned out to r t ned that “arts yer two don’t thrive at number fiy eers gaped at it; others made unco' rks about Stalin in a good-hu- mored n t the Ist tant scowled and said nothing. ence was far from golden to me for I knew from experience that silence with him was a sign of brooding withi The Chief seem be more affected than anybody else, however, which was most unf e for me, it does not pay to cr h When firs he gazed upon it, I watched , for “old Jock” has his share of the Scott it of hiding the emo- tions. A steely look crept into his eyes, but he spoke on without cc 1e about the pictur His caution, however, didn’t de e me as I am a “canny Scot” my- self, and I felt instinctively that he would have some- thing to say later. I hadn’t long to wait. assistant, an Ameri Two days afterward, the 3rd , and I were having a friendly argument on politics in his room, when the chief put his head in the door, and a finish to the controversy. By way of conversation, the 3rd said, in jocular man- ner: | Ms ares ‘ re said, “I have never experienced you do with him?” she insisted. | “What do you think of this man, chief ?—He’s a Bol- | ave ‘perience aly e e shevik.” | forth what was coming to me. Like} dammed up water when the gates burst, and with the | hatred of a clar who has a debt to settle with a/ against the Bolsheviks, whom he loves the way the cat | Toves mustard. | “Yes, I know that, and I see he has got one of the b——-s stuck up in his room. Those are the b——s that |"0t relieve them as it had done in| me, your bride?” He was silent, for | tempt” have ruined the Clyde, and caused the ships to be built | elsewhere. If I had my way, everyone of them would be put against the wall and shot. The quicker he gets | the picture of the b———d down, the better The third apologized for broaching the subject. Al- though one hundred percent American, and a republican | to boot, he liked me too well to wish me harm. I as- | sured him he had not damaged me in “old Jock’s” eyes, | but had simply enabled him to ease his feelings. Oriee, | the 8rd advised me in a friendly way, “to drop Bolshev- | ism and other cock-eyed ideas as it doesn’t pay to have | such beliefs in America.” | It was clear to me that I was doomed and damned on | the ship. I could see the writing on the wall. It may | be true that the Scots are clannish, but then I had be- come as a Campbell in the eyes of a MacDonald. The! latter clan had a great number treacherously murdered, | in the Massacre of Glencoe, by the Campbells, at the | behest of Williams, Prince of Orange, for, ostensibly, not taking the oath of allegiance to the king in time. We were now as the poles apart. This, of course, was | clear to me from my first day on the ship, even if the | cnief didn’t know before. . You see “old Jock” is typical of the old school of en- | gineers from the Clyde, and lives in order to work, | while the rising generation only works in order to live. | He has a supreme contempt for the young engineers | coming from Scotland now: maybe this is because they don’t believe in staying down in the engine room longer | than is necessary They, unlike the chief, are not | troubled much with “duty to the company.” The heat | of the engine room makes them feel they have a duty to | themselves. When an engineer is wrestling with a} breakdown, however, even at the Mexican coast, the | hottest part of the run, they will fly to his aid, and | work with a will until the trouble is remedied, all the} while loosing rivers of sweat. After receiving the chief’s veiled ultimatum, I ponder- | ed over the question of whether Stalin should Stay put | or disappear. Economic interests were involved, as well | as the inconvenience of looking for another job if fired. | After a while, the heroic spirit came to the rescue with | the thought, “How can man die better than facing fear- | ful odds”; and, as the lion shaking dew from its mane, | I cast my doubts and fears into the discard by saying, | “To hell with poverty—give the cat the canary!” I had crossed the Rubicon, and decided to go down, if not with colors pinned to the.mast, at least with Stalin | pinned to the bulkhead. | Every time “old Jock” went up or down the engine | room he got another sight of “the b——d,” as my door | was always open for air, and his glance to see if he were still there made me chuckle. He certainly gave me long enough “to come to my | senses” for he suffered that picture two other trips be- fore realizing I was incorrigible. Then he enlisted the | services of the superintendent engineer to get rid of me, | as, no doubt, I had become as a red rag to a bull. The superintendent, after examining around the freezer, trying to find legitimate cause for removing the thorn in the flesh, and failing to find one, seized upon my habit of smoking cigars on watch, which my oiler, a Hawaiian, was good enough to present me with. He remarked: | “You seem to have a plentiful supply of cigars.” “Oh, no,” I rejoined, “like most things the Scots get, |. this is a gift.” | That night, the chief informed me that the super had fired me for smoking cigars on duty. He hoped I bore him no ill will, and that I would leave the job in good condition. His concluding remark explains why | he didn’t fire me himself—he was afraid I might throw | a@ monkey wrench into the works before the new man | arrived. | If I manage to remain undiscovered in my present | job, where we have to work as the proverbial hatter, | there is a chance of better money and easier work; and | should those advantages come my may, I will say, with Shakespeare, “Sweet are the uses of adversity,” and regard my discharge from the ship as a blessing in disguise. \ On Departing “Heroes,” Editor, Daily Worker.—-I have read in the daily papers about our boys going to China. I saw their pictures as they leave to kill the poor people who are in revolt against the British and American exploiters in Shang- hai. In the pictures the boys were looking very nice and| smiling, but nobody knows how they will look after) they come back—if they come at all. Maybe they will | get the same as I got in the world war. I have lost my health and my physical condition is guch that I cannot work. I learned how much of a country I had and how much the capitalists appreciate the sacrifices soldiers make for them when they threw me out like a dirty dog, without home or funds. I hope the boys never come back who go to crush the revolutionary movement if China.—William Pozniak, | | THE DAILY WORKER, EW YORK, THURSDAY. APRYL 7, 1927 | Fragments from “The Broken Charm”, A Free Translation From the Russian of A. Andreyiv, By VERA and VIOLET MITKOVSKY. Part Il (Continued From Yesterday). |was not dispelled, plicable law of life. lived. much must have a big heart to | insisted that she go. accomodate all his experiences. “ * ” be many inconveniences.” She was not coquettish or trying ted and said, “No one else is going. to be original. She merely had a; Why can’t I stay.” She stayed but queer turn of speech. ~ She told him, | saw little of Tropin. His thoughts “You remind me of early spring. | were always of her, yet the feeling There is something sunny, something | of fear and uneasiness oppressed him of the ng about you. You make} more and more. one throw off all fear and heaviness | . beg * of spirit. Are you always happy?| One day Lucy said, “You have a Most unusual man!” | prisoner of war here. He is my bro- Tropin had arrived from the front | ther.” Tropin remembered, “Oh yes! two days before and was now wait-|I thought the surname was a coinci- ing for the. Revolutionary Commit- | dence.” “No, he is my brother, What tee to send him to another front | will they do to him?” she inquired where panic, treachery and desertion} anxious Tropin was silent. He held full sway. Every village in the | knew what they would do to one of| district was a nest of. bandits. His |the enemy’s scouts. “I'll send him wounded leg ached and before his|to the rear of our army,” he lied. eyes continually danced the words of | None knew of the prisoner ‘save him- a letter received a short time before,|self and he could easily have been telling him of the death of his friend,| sent to the rear flank, as was cus- death from starvation in a forest|tomary with ordinary prisoners. Yet while fleeing from the enemy’s prison| he knew that he was going to give | jorders for the scout’s execution on} camp. In answer to her he smiled and/the following day. “But what will great joy.” “I can’t believe you, | “Shoot him?” You smiled just now, Only a happy|pin. “No, no! It’s impossible. man could have smiled like that.” my God! You beast! “Yes,” answered Tro- Oh You beast!” He knew she loved him, and when) She wept and scolded in a frenzy,| Member of another clan, came his flow of vituperation | His train pulled out, felt he had left) finally throwing herself across the | something precious behind. “I am/ threshold and exclaiming, “You won't unhappy,” he murmured to himself, go till you’ve said yes, unless you but the expression of his feelings did| walk over me, Will you walk over childhood. he knew he would have to step over ;her, “No one knows he is here,” she A change began to come over Tro- | pleaded. “You said so yourself, send hae eee for himself!” | Pin. It may have been caused by the him to the rear. He'll do no harm) “ With this, he turned on his heel. il ife he was leading—a life full of|to your party there. You'll do it, danger, fighting and restlessness. It) Won't you? Come, say yes.” With began to take place during the end-|a great effort he said firmly, “No.” less obstinate fighting in the village | She clasped his feet. “No, no. You Kedrovka. Kedrovka was an impor-| won't do it. You love me, don’t you?” tant post and changed hands three | “I can’t. Don’t you understand?” He times a week. It seemed the war/| explained his duty to her. To him it had begun because of Kedrovka and) Was clear, would continue there eternally. |All the uneasiness of the past few For the second time the village) months faded away. His thoughts was in the hands of the Reds. Brig-| cleared and strength flowed into him. adier Shiharoff and Brigadier-Gen-|He made ‘a step towards the door. eral Tropin were riding towards|Lucy jumped up. In her eyes, whose Kedrovka through a small wood. It|expression Tropin would never for- seemed to Tropin he had always been | get, was a full knowledge of what he riding thus, riding eternally through|Was going to do. She whispered, the bullet-scarred wood. He felt “You don’t love me?” “I love you choked and unfastened his collar. The | but not as I love . . .” “As you love Brigadier turned towards him in his| what?” He made another step. She saddle, “We'll stay here about two/| flung open the door. “Go!” “Damn days, then get thrown out again—a| you, damn you!” she screamed after continuous trotting to and fro. The| him and ran out calling, “Murderer.” third brigade kept it up for two| Next day Tropin received two pack- months before we came.” He hummed a tune and turned again, “Its like a dance: two steps forward, two steps back, this way, that way, back again. The Madam’s Waltz. Heigh-ho!” Tropin forced a laugh and remarked, “The charmed circle,” then mur- mured to encourage himself, “We'll break the charm yet.” A nameless sorrow oppressed Tro- pin, and with sadness came fear. He felt it first while fighting, not in a battle such as he was used to but merely a short exchange of shots. He feared death and the “Why? Why? Why?” of everything closed in upon and condemnation of the white army’s scout. At the end it said, | “Report immediately sentence is car- ried out.’ The second was a note |containing the two words, “Cursed | Murderer.” | Within an hevr a little boy, bear- |ing a note, rushed into his room. The youngster had been running and was |panting for breath. “Comrade . . Commissar . . . the lady . . .” Tro- pin looked at the frightened eyes and understood. His head swam but he controlled himself and said, “You are him like a charmed circle, tired, little man. Well the iehe, SAE: lady?” “She - She took poison.” One day Luey unexpectedly arrived |He patted the wet hair. “Go, my in the village. “I couldn’t stand it} dear.” any longer,” she told him. “I suf- fered too much and thought I should go mad. (I can’t live without you.” He knew she was sincere. All her little -mannerisms and quirks of speech had disappeared. She simply repeated, “I can’t live without you.” Soon the sleigh-bells of the wed- ding party rang merrily through the cold air. They drew deep breaths of He picked up the portfolio and wondered, “What did I want this for?” then remembered that in it lay ® paper with the words, “Report im- mediately sentence is carried out.” That evening the brigadier asked Tropin, “Is it true that you shot the white scout with your own hand?” “Yes,” answered Brigadier-General Tropin. The End. JAPANESE STREETS TORN OPEN Photograph just received of effects of the recent Japanese earth: ouake—a gaping crack in an Osaka street, i aceite |the biting wind, but Tropin’s gloom Shortly after- One who has lived much, not in, wards he told Lucy that he couldn’t years but in experience, realizes} see her often, that she had better go some fundamental truth, some inex- back to St. Petersburg. None of the One who has inhabitants were evacuating, yet he “We're at the | very front,” he told her. “There will Lucy pou- His answer was, “No.” | jets. The first was an answer from| | the rear to his report of the capture | .| blast. Gas heaters lit to give extra heat. The War Makers ———— By WILLIAM PICKENS. rc is interesting to note how our naval officers and daily papers are trying to set us in a rage against the Chinese—especially against the progressive and intelli- gent element in China, which is represented by the | Koumintang forces, These war-makers know that the average reader does not think and analyze, but “swal- lows whole” whatever “the papers say.” Therefore they keep harping on certain cunning phrases, such as “Chi- nese atrocities” and “Chinese outrages,” altho an an- | alyzing mind can see clearly that the greatest’ outrages being enacted in China, so far, are those being done by British and American guns; and that the remarkably self-controlled Chinese are being gradually and system- atically bear-baited and enraged by our naval comman- ders, so that the yellow people will attack the white | people, and thus create a pretext for a general war on | China and for the possible crushing back of the “racial | equality” aspirations of the Cantonese leaders. | * * * ‘ | JF such a white and yellow war is forced upon a sleep- | ing world, the United States will have been duped into |acting as the tcol of the British. The British dragged victory; they may drag us into a color war on the plea for a white victory. Great Britain is now financially too much embarrassed for her leaders té want to start | a big war all by themselves. But they know that America | has the money, and if they inveigle us in, so that we can | Pay the heaviest bills and costs, ‘they will feel safer in | starting an Asiatic war. If the Cantonese succeed and | place China on the international plane of Japan, England |sees the end of British domination in Asia. It would hardly be a decade before they would have to withdraw from even India. They can delay (they cannot ultimately prevent) this exit, if they’can get somebody to bear the costs. * * * ONE who reads the papers discriminatingly ‘about these “Chinese outrages,” can see how :the headlines | are contradicted by the details of the reports; “one | American is killed” by a mob; and there are reports of at least two attempts at criminal assault on American | women.” To the unprejudiced mind these details indicate the superiority of control in Chinese men. For whenever did white soldiers or a white mob break in on a people whom they did not like and “kill one” and only “at- to assault two of the women? Can you imagine |a Mississippi mob being so mildly savage when it breaks |into the Negro section of a town—even tho the Negro is a native citizen and not a “foreign devil?” . * | be there come such a war, it looks pretty clear that some big white nations will be on the side of Asia, and some others strongly in sympathy with the Asiatics. us into that world war on a plea for an Anglo-Saxon | A JOURNALIST LOOKS AT CHINA. Young China. Lewis Gannett. The Nation. $.25. It is difficult to get the feel of awakening China from garbled news- | paper stories, statistics or theses. China’ tends to become for the average | well-informed reader a huge chess board; growth versus reaction; little war | lords moved from box to box by the imperialist powers, etc. | Gannett, a brilliant journalist, expresses the movement in human terms, Take the industrialization of China. Here is what it means expressed in human terms, “All about the industrial outskirts of the great Western city which is the pride of foreigners in Shanghai one may see the disrepu- table sheds, built of bamboo, mud, lime, straw. Six or eight people live in one-room floorless huts, through whose flimsy roofs the rain leaks in a | storm; whose walls, falling or riddled with holes, affords no privacy. There is no drainage, no lavoratories; garbage heaps and cesspools—or rather cess-puddles—surround the hovels. le hood and. the ragged babies wade about covered with mud and filth.” Re “Walking through the dimly lit mill-rooms one sees baskets containing children, sleeping or awake between the whirring, clacking machines. Some- times a tot of two or three sits cheerfully playing with cotton waste in the aisles through which the foreman guides the visitor. Girls a little older help their mothers tend the rows of spindles and the deftness of five-year- eld fingers is amazing. : “Often the children are brought in from the country by a contractor, who follows disaster like vultures and pays starving parents about a dollar a month for a contract which amounts to slavery; the girls live for years in his compound, eating his food; or in factories, eating factory rice, work- ing sometimes fifteen and sixteen hours a day, and often sleeping on the floor beneath their machines.” ‘ ’ 4 The report of the hard-boiled Shanghai Child Labor Commission made in 1924 contains all this and more. But reports are as a rule lifeless. . . , Gannett does better at reporting than at an analysis of the forces back of thé revolution, of class alignments, etc. He sees that industrialization of China “has upset her old equilibrium,” but it seems that he fails to grasp the implications of China’s industrialization. - He seems surprised at the revolutionary role of the Chinese bourgeoisie. He ‘says, “The Chinese employer straddles the class issue, He does not identify himself with the employing classes of the world. Race consciousness has taken the place of class consciousness.” * * * The Chinese middle classes, like the middle classes of India, Mexico and cther’ colonial countries, “do not identify themselves with the employing class of the rest of the world” for very definite class reasons, Noble notions of race unity or Chinese brotherhood have little to do with their position in the revolution. : Tariff restrictions imposed upon China by foreign industrialists extra- territorial rights, fat concessions handed out to foreign plunderers by the Manchus and Yuan Shi Kai, as well as natural antagonism to foreign com- petitors flooding China with cheap manufactured goods, have forced the middle’ classes (with the exception of the compradore element) into a revolu- tionary role. : : How long the Chinese middle classes will remain with the revolution is open to question. Judging by press reports, (and the role of the bourgeoisie | Will our American people allow either British interests | |or Standard Oil to lead them like sheep into the worst | | horror of all these horrible ages—a COLOR WAR? i How Metro-Goldwy Movie Ads Are Made | (By JACK GLASS, Worker Correspondent). | Learning a trade nowadays is not so easy. Not be- cause it is such hard work, but because the boss won't give you much chance to learn. When I was laid off from my last job for asking for a raise, I answered an ad which stated: “Boy wanted to become a pressman. . . .” I got the job. The elevator took me up to the 6th | floor. The heat struck me in the face as soon as I opened the door. Not only heat but a funny odor. The foreman came over to me and looked me over from head to foot. The first thing he told me was that {I'll have to work for $16 a week. | Pay Seems High—But. Sixteen dollars! Gee, that’s a lot of money, as they usually pay about $10 to $12 to start. Especially when advertised “to learn a trade.” I was also told that I’d work from 8 to 5.20 and half an hour for lunch. Nine hours a day, and a half day on Saturday. I MUST work overtime whenever I’m asked to. Of course I wouldn’t have to work much overtime. The windows are shut tight. The steam heat at full The foreman told me. when I tried to open one of the windows, that they must be shut. “Otherwise the plates will crack. They cost between $15 and $25 apiece and need very much heat.” The plates are of glass. Health Not Considered. | |. I wanted to tell him that ’the health of the workers is more valuable than the plates; that steam heat can | be put under the press. I kept quiet. | I have headaches and feel dizzy after I get through | with the day’s work. My throat is dry from the am- monia, benzine, kerosene, etc., used to wash the press and plates. . There is no water in the place, except in the toilet, where it’s dirty and filthy. It seems as though they never cleaned it since the building was erected. At times I have to go in there to drink, especially when I get through washing the press. The floors are swept when we have nothing to do. And then we are sent home—given a vacation without pay. All the Odd Jobs. I was supposed to feed the press in order to become a pressman. Instead I did everything else but feeding. Sorting pictures as fast as my hands can move. The boss came over and told me to hurry up as Mike has to pack them’ up immediately and send them out. If in New York, deliver them—heavy bundles. _ After working for two months I was promoted to feed the press. I went “from the frying pan into the fire.” I have to stand a whole day and feed the press. My head reaches the ceiling and I nearly choke to death. Pay Day Postponed. We used to get our pay on Saturday. We quit work at 12 and had to wait till one before we got it. They started to lay off our pay until Monday. Then regularly on Monday night. Now they are beginning to pay us on Tuesday. The workers are desperate. “We are going to raise hell if we don5t get paid regularly,” some of them B claim. © And then people wonder why the workers in the print- ing trade are kicking and want to organize. THE MISSIONARIES. Nanking’s streets are red with blood, The people’s homes aflame, But never a man of the brotherhood, To raise the cry of “Shame.” Deaf to the widowed mother’s shreik, In that hellish shrapnel’s screen, Nor heeding cry of maimed or weak, They spit on the Nazarene. They prate of Christ the crucified, Of a western world’s good will, While christian guns spray death’s red tide, O’er dark Socony Hill. ROBERT MONTEITH. f in other revolutions) it won’t stay very long. —HARRY FREEMAN. AN IMPORTANT BIOGRAPHY Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, by D. Riazanov. Publishers. $2.50. Many characters on the surface of the European radical movement at the close of the 18th and the first half of the 19th centuries are brought before us in the vivid analysis of historic developments at the time. Not that all of the individuals are of such vast importance to us, but as molders of historic events and as precursors of scientific socialism they are important for a clear understanding of the move- ment. And Riazanov surely throws the clear light of Marxism upon them. : International * * * Marx came upon the arena of life with the French Revolution as a background. The capitalist economy which he is to analyze in the future is establishing itself through a series of revolutions embracing his youth and early manhood. The revolution of 1848 finds Marx a Communist, For just a few months before the conflict of that’ year broke out in Germany, the Communist Manifesto was published. Karl Marx displayed the trend toward the materialist interpretation as early as his high school days. Not in vain was he bred on French materialism, The movement for the liberation of the working class is far more of a social consequence than the very immediate surroundings of the individual. While Karl Marx was brought up in the free spirit of the French revolution and the doctrines of materialism emanating from the same land, Engels, on the contrary, was raised in the midst of bourgeois mannerisms and religious narrowness. Yet, the labor move- ment was at its birth, the social forces were being released upon the road of clarification; and Marx and Engels approached and collabor- ated for the final overthrow of class rule. * * . Contrary to opinions held by many, Marx was not a cloistered thinker. He was not merely a philosopher but a revolutionist taking an active part in every ‘struggle of the workers. Long before he was asked to participate in the proceedings of the League of the Just, there were many working class groups and organizations in?the most im- portant European countries which were initiated by him. He kept in close touch with them. Riazanov shows that Marx was not a closet theorist but was fol- lowing current political and economic events very closely. Although at all times arriving at the basic conclusions of the Communist Mani- festo, he nevertheless modified his method of approach and wording of manifestos to conform with the revolutionary understanding of the workers and the political situation at the time. * * * The book by Riazanov is a biography of the founders of scientific socialism, written by a Marxist and. analyzed in a Marxian way. '—EUGENE KREININ, BARROW VS. DURANT. “Is Man a Machine?” Clarence Darrow, affirmative; Dr. Will Durant, negative. League for Public Discussion. $1. This is the stenographic report of a debate between the big lawyer from Chicago with the drooped shoulders, bored manner and drawling voice, and the author of Ma Story = peg gee it Listening to this discussion might have taabe an at least fase Darrow took the floor. But reading this embalmed col- lection of mutual genuflexions and impromptu wise-cracks is awful punishment... ; Clarence Darrow likes nothing better than a huge, appreciative crowd before whom he can show off.- He doesn’t mean half he says. »~ (He’s been having a wonderful time these .»many years arguing the thesis that life’s not worth living.) As far as Dr. Durant goes, the great advantage of reading his part of the debate is that one is re- lieved of the pain of listening to his ingratiating, nasal locutions for two whole hours. , --SENDER GARLIN. f Immigration —In spite of much agitation for even more drasti¢ regula- tion of immigration, the law as amended in 1924 still stands, quota of which may be admitted from any country in a year is 2 per cent of the persons born in that country and living in the U. S. in.1890.. Monthly quotas in general must not exceed 10 per cent of the. yearly quota. present quotas hold until June 30, 1927. After that date the total yearly quota is 150,000, apportioned according to the national origin of residents in the U. S. in 1920, Of the numerous laws proposed in congress for finger- printing or otherwise registering immigrants, none has yet been enacted. FROM THE Golden cups . *. 4 , : Excellent wine! It is the blood of hundreds of people! Jade platters . . } Delicious food! It is the fat of thousands! When the candles shed their tears, The people shed tears! Where the voice of song rings high, 3 There echoes the sound of mourning KOREAN A big rain floods the whole neighbor- +