The Daily Worker Newspaper, May 14, 1927, Page 6

Debunking the News By T. J. 0. F. We are informed by Richard V. Oulahan of the New York Times in a Washington dispatch dated May 7 that “there appears to be no doubt from information obtained upon inquiry today that the United States government has intervened in Nic- aragua,” x + o Here are a few other items that Mr. Oulahan might veuch for their authenticity without laying himself open to the charge of handling important information carelessly: * J * The waters of the Mississippi have tivers.” Item No. 1, overflowed the banks of the “Mother of * * * Item No. 2.—-Henry Judd Gray the “little corset salesman” and Mrs. Snyder have confessed to the murder of Mr. Snyder, the art editor. * + * Calvin Coolidge and the “president’s synonymous persons, * * * Item No. 3. spokesman” are Item No. 4.—Frank Kellogg is secretary of the department of state. © + * Radio harangues by real estate salesmen, Gilda Gray’s gyrations transmuted into jazz or the Heek- scher-Hempel, big dough and opera scandal may have caused the Mississippi flood according to a letter received by the Federal Trade Commission from a man in Hurricane, W. Va. The ethereal racket, according to the Hurricane correspondent “so magnetises the ether” that it “produces mag- netic disturbances and rain.” * * * Why not turn our radio salesmen loose on the Sahara desert? It might prevent a world war in the near future by giving Mussolini some elbow room for a place in the sun, * . * An anti-fascist would suggest that the deuce be inveigled into visiting the desert to have his pic- ture taken in the act of commanding the clouds to shed tears, then before he had a chance of re- treating turn our real estate men, evangelists, color- atura’s and Paul Whiteman’s jazz band loose on the white part of the Dark Continent. Mussolint would have earned a reputation for being the great- est “wet” in history and Italy would be thankful to the floods for having dried up her most incurable spouter. * * o The time may come when a _ septuagenarian multi-millionaire who pays to keep an opera singer off the air may achieve fame for abating one of our most notorious public nuisances. * * we Kitty Boy was what we would call a Krazy Kat. Kitty Boy was beneficiary under the will of his late mistress and was having a good time spending the unearned increment when he began to feel the spiritual impact of countless prayers sent up to heaven by the relatives of the deceased who could not inherit the property as long as Kitty Boy lived. Kitty Boy went and turned on the gas. So say the relatives who admit he was the greatest of cats. But we think he was nutty. Or perhaps he was in- sured and married. And the headline writer who eaptioned the story: “Rich Cat’s Death Laid To Prayers” knew his spaces. Which proves there is still another way of killing a kitten. x 4 * Will Durant’s suggestion that Henry Judd Gray and Mrs. Snyder be enclosed inside high walls for the rest of their lives received a mixed reception. Coming from the man who put the “soc” in Socrates it is rather deficient in originality. Why not a hemlock highball, Mr. Durant? This solution we are almost certain would be as satisfactory to the two persons most deeply concerned as it would be intriguing to the 147,000 purchasers of the “Out- line of Philosophy,” as any patron of a modern speakeasy will admit. * o * Socrates went out like a lamb, arguing sensibly io the end after his shot of hemlock. Instead of wish- ing to kill somebody he did not even want to save his life by escaping. But then those who have read Mrs. Socrates” may find the explanation. Spain having just sent a boat to China, Primo de Rivera says, “And I! And I! My friends—I too am a great nation.” Long Live Christ the King ND one day the happiness of the Indian was interrupted. At the shores of Mexieo arrived a group of white men, armed with swords, guns— and a cross. The Indians hastened to defend them- selves, and for the first time they heard a war- ery that they never forgot: Viva Cristo Rey (Long live Christ the King.). The white men were ad- vancing; their pathway was strewn with ‘the corpses of Indians. Viva Cristo Rey and the cross- bows decimated the ranks of the Indians; Vive Cristo Rey and the villages of the Indians were burned; Viva Cristo Rey and the Indian virgins were violated in the presence of their fathers and brothers;. Vive Cristo Rey and the sacred temples of the India.s were destroyed; Viva Cristo Rey and the independence of the Indian ceased to exist; in its place was the harshest slavery. And the Indians no longer had the land; the Spanish gentle- men had it, The lash fell on their shoulders, and throughout Mexico just one cry was heard: Viva Cristo Rey! The years passed, many years full of sorrow and humiliation until at last the Indian resolved to free himself by fighting, and then at the cry of Viva Cristo Rey, Hidalgo and Morelos were shot, and at the cry of Viva Cristo Rey the aspirations of the Indians were silenced by an aristocracy which came into power. The years passed, and an Indian, Be- nito Juarez, unfurled the banner of the Indian, and the cry of Vira Cristo Rey was heard again from the mouths of those who opposed the conquests of the Indian, and at the cry of Viva Cristo Rey more white soldiers, the French, landed at Vera’ Cruz, and an Austrian emperor annulled the reform laws... Porfirio Diaz, the tragic tyrant, shouted Viva Cristo Rey on January 7, 1907, and shouted Viva Cristo Rey until the revolution threw him put... Much blood was spilled at that time; all Mexicans joined the struggle, and there was hope for victory, when again the cry of Viva Cristo Rey was heard, Adolfo de la Huerta headed the reaction. But the ery was silenced, and again it seemed that it would 4 ou ( ( be heard no more, when the eternal cheaters and robbers of the Indian, paid by the Yankees and the Landlords, shouted it again, and along the roads there began to appear small groups who shouted in submissive voices: Viva Cristo Rey. Against whom was this war-cry uttered? Against President ‘Calles? Against the government? No. Today, as in 1512, the ery of Viva Cristo Rey means the very same thing: Seize the Indiaa’s land. Deprive him of his freedom. Destroy his indepen- dence. Plunge him again into misery. Violate his wife. Tear down his temple; the union; the agro» rian community. Burn his villages. Enslave hin. The priest and the landlord, paid by the Yankee, carry in their hands the same, arms as the first conquerors... Four hundred years of slavery is enough, and the bonfires must burn the represen- tatives of those who burned our ancestors. The temples of these assassins must be torn down; their wives violated; their lands distributed; their bedies devoured by the vultures, and over the ruins, over their corpses, a new man, a new body and soul, pure as the first Indians, must with his own life give birth to the society of tomorrow, Mexicans: It is a time of danger. Our brothers, still blinded by the smoke of religion and promises of heaven and threats of hell, have been led on by the priests to take up arms. They are our broth- ers, but it does not matter. Let us destroy with one sweep the germ of our misfortunes, and let us defend unto death the conquests we have made, Peasants, workers, soldiers, our part is clear: Let us defend our land by defending our agrarian community . -Let us defend our livelihood by defending our union. -Let us defend our sov- ereignty by defending the nation. Death to the priests! Death to the landlords! Death to the Yankees! Long live Mexico free and independent! Long live the peasants, workers and soldiers who are struggling to gain back our land and our freedom!—-From El Bonete, Mezco. IT IS THE LAW