The Daily Worker Newspaper, June 2, 1927, Page 6

y The Village Atheist’s Son Makes Good By CHARLES YALE HARRISON. [life and assign you to Charles August Lindbergh Sr., the father of the New York-Paris flight hero also knew the meaning of cour- age. In the light of the facts which follow I think that Lindbergh pere sxhibited as fine and as rare a brand yf heroism as that shown by his il-j vustrious son. Consider the older Lindbergh. A first generation Swedish immigrant. In Little Falls, the Lindbergh home, he known for his radical and atheistical utterances. In spite of this he was elected to congress and re- mained there from 1907 to 1917. * * * Then America went to war. an Congressman Lindbergh wrote Why is Your Country at War. was In June 1918 the Chicago staff writer, Arthur M. Evans, wrote of Lindbergh’s boo! ‘The reader looks instinctively to see it bears » but it ¢ s of thought man copyright. Tt doc ny tains many that might be gobbled with relish in ¢ Potsdam.” * ~ In the same month the Tribune spe- cial correspondent ir egraphed an attach sentative was decl which h upon the riend of the hes it or not.” Country at War c of Li American K er whether he Why is Y tains the 7 senior. Tc in 1917 ness. I quot book, creed tate nh a cr red political mad- from the andom “We hav war by tors.” “The every poss industrial into spe e of the the few now off ble avenue of escape from the masses.” 2 determined to con- in their own fa- adroit method to desire slavery for vor, and use parade the iine office-holders as the only Americans’ in office.” however, will never simply following ave explained, lead- tluable to big business, overed by big busi- afford and siness buy them.” “The real problem is not so much how to end the war. .. as it is how to deal with the problem that causes that is, the ‘special privilege’ system itself.” “Of all cowards, no other is so s the average politician. . .” “We must substitute reason for tra- can and | “ ‘tion—if we are ever to unshackle/| ight.” solemn duty of the state to establish a system to liberate man- kind from the existing industrial slavery.” “Are you a farmer—a wage earner —or engaged in any of the occupa- tions required to be filled with in- dustrious men and women in order to fulfil the many necessities of life? If you are—why do you let capital— a product of your toil, sit on the} people, the Lincoln type, throne of human industry as the mas-| resented from the arbitrary domin-| property privilege over hu-/| nhesitatingly, I declare it to be! to war if it chooses.” » political ealed Lind pro-G frer For writing th man”, epithets used during the war p« riod. In Little Falls the Lindberghs were ad by the patriotic Little Fall- ian When Lindbergh ran for Governor ta on the Non-Par the book was widely ainst him to prove adical ai tie tendencies. ead history,” said you will find that everywhere s, at all times many digni- ” For this he interests, Pills- J. S. Steel spent . In many coun- tions paraded good. Today h itself. » forces which united his father toda yu an w degree ry of the in- that during the trying of the gotten hold of jingoists courage to f infuriate ambassador to T. Herrick as bese young Lindbergh Had we searched all Amer- gang, de follows: ica, we could no! type than young Lindbergh to repre sent the spirit and high purpose of our people. He is the Lincoln type. Who ca Alrea Lindbergh’s name is being coupled with U. S. Army propaganda. A jeaflet has appeared on the streets of New York urging enlistment and bearing Lindbergh’s picture on the cover. Coolidge offered the aviator a naval escort # his return to America and Al Smith awarded him the Medal of | Honor. When he arrives in New York: it is safe to say that it will be impos- sible to see Lindbergh for Tammany politicians. * * * In the Non-Partisan League states Lindbergh senior is still spoken of with pride by his followers who re- member the courageous stand he took in the face of a war-crazed citizenry No wonder the controllers of capi- talistie press are suppressing sympa-| thetic news about the airman’s father. | One Chicago daily said that such an article “would not be helpful now.” No wonder the financial pirates of the country who did their best to have the don’t want the public to know that “the spirit and high purpose of our ” is best rep- profoundly radical in a ter of all—to determine your place in| family. [CURRENT EVENTS by T. 3. OFLAMERTY | (Continued from Page One) THERE are many reasons why a worker should die, but there are more why he should live. Those bur- dened with the slave mind will put up with the terrible monotony and merciless exploitation of a life of wage slavery. Those who have been awakened into class consciousness will join with their comrades to fight against the system that makes slaves of them. Others will escape into the business world if they can. Those ) | who lose faith in the possibility of PARIS TO INDIA, NEW AIR GOAL | the world ever becoming a happy place to sojourn in, on the return journey to the earth out of which we were taken will contemplate suicide | and some will do it. the latter are not many. Fortunately We can only express our regret for the sorrow! that must have dined on the heart} of Franz Bostrom during those last lonely years when hope faded from his vision and his once optimistic soul dried up like the bed of a river that changed its course. He is now at peace and the sordidness of life is behind him. With the New York to Paris non-stop air flight a matter of history, French aviators are turning their attention to a longer hop, a flight from Paris to Karachi, India, to establish a new world’s record for distance. Pelletier Doisy, noted French flyer, with Conin, his relief pilot and navigator, is planning to hop off on the new attempt soon, Pictured above is the Lorraine plane in which the attempt will be made, and below, Doisy, left, and Conin, The plane carries 5,000 liters of gasoline and is driven by a 650 horse power motor, drudgery, even| Lindbergh, | have been on! and publically d a member of the Ohio) have found a betters older Lindbergh mobbed | THE DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1927 CHARLES A. LINDBERGH| PROFESSIONAL PATRIOTS | The preceding instalinents in this series listed the 25-edd societies who cash in on the “patri- olie impul: of union-hating corporations and benevolent individuals, The nature of their propaganda against radical and pacifist organ- izations was also described, together with the sources of their support. “Professional Patriots” was edited by Norman from material gathered by Sidney Howard, co- author with Robert Dunn of “The Labor Spy,” |and John Hearley. | . ee Wait: All these organizations operate from single offices. There are no branch offices, except that of Sentinels of the Republic in Milton, Mass, All the headqarters f those operating nationally are in New York or Wash- ington, None has active local groups, and only occasi- do their chief representatives appear publicly {elsewhere than in New York or Washington. They {are highly centralized propaganda bureaus, working almost entirely by mail or through the press. This of {course does not apply to the purely local organizations, like the Better America Federation, nor to the Ameri- an Legion and the K.K.K. The Legion and the Klan depend for their power on a widely distributed mem-~- bership and intensive local acctivity, with a national | headquarters chiefly as a clearing house. They are therefore stronger in action and weaker in propaganda than their relatives in patriotism in New York and Washingtor. Have Small Staffs. Propaganda work requires only a secretary with some knowledge of newspaper publicity, compilation and printing, and executive ability. Most of the staffs are therefore headed by former newspapermen or publicity agents. The staffs are small—two to ten (except the Better America Federation of Los Angeles with a some- what larger staff). The business men who give the work its real drive play a larger part than do most officers of volunteer public agencies. Some devote a major art of their time to it, and appear in print as spokesmen far more often than their paid officials. This is the reverse of the custom of most public agencies and indicates the self-interest of the few who run each of them. Many of the less known organizations are one-man affairs, representing only the enthusiasm of a self-appointed patriot. With these general facts in mind, note what some of the chief organizations say of themselves and their activities, in terms of program or achievement. (To be continued.) A Night in Tammany Hall By JOSEPH VOGEL. father al aid I was a dumb lad and a dis- grace to the family. And I guess he spoke the truth, ase I just can’t get on to the run of things. It be that something is wrong with my brain. I react to a remark or an event by a vacant stare—I "| can’t figure out how one and one are two, to save my An tana, my father gave me a long talk and lot of advice. The most important things I wrote down on paper, be- | cause my head just can’t hold anything for two hours. so the day before I left my home, back in Mon- * . . “Son,” my father said, “the first thing you land in New York, I want you to pay a visit to Tammany Hall. You'll reach there in time for the election campaign, and keep your head about you, ‘cause you'll be right in the center of things, the roots of your and my government. | Now write this down: ‘Join the Democratic party.’ Ask anybody around you how to do it and they'll advise you | straight.” It took what seemed a couple of ages to get to New | York, I never before realized what a big country | United States is. And when I landed in the city, I just couldn’t breathe. Why, only under the roof of the rail- road station there were more people than in our whole county, back in Montana. It made me kind of afraid, | considering I'd forgotten all the advice my father gave me, except what I wrote down on paper. . The first thing I did, according to the slip of paper No. 1, was to ask directions to Tammany Hall. The fellow I spoke to laughed at me because I pronounced the name with the accent on the last syllable. Come to think of it, my father always pronounced the name with the accent on the middle syllable. 7 * * I can’t figure out how I ever got to my destination. When I was a half a block away from the hall, I in- quired of a policeman where Tammany Hall was. For a moment I thought he was going to arrest me. He said, “What are ye trying to do, kid me?” Of course, when I explained that I had just landed in New York, he warmed up, and even patted me on he shoulder, “I’d make every foreigner visit Tammany Hall, first thing they came to this country, if I had my way,” he said. | “li’d learn ’em respect for this,country and give ’em a chance to see how things are run. So you want to see an election campaign, eh? I'd like to have a nickel for every dollar spent in elections, and I don’t mean maybe.” Then he directed me to the place. When I entered the doorway, I saw the largest stair- | way I ever came across in my life. Kind of seared me to start walking up the stairs. My father was right after all, I thought. This is a pretty important place. I looked at slip of paper No. 6. It read, “Tammany Hall is the roots of the government.” Must be no or- dinary place, to have such a large stairway. A lot of men were standing around, talking and smoking cigars. There didn’t seem to be enough people here for a meeting, the kind my father described; so I asked one of the men where I could find the crowd. “What crowd?” he blurted out at me. He had me there. I had to walk away and think it over. But after I read a few slips of my advice paper, | I saw the answer. I went back to the fellow and said, | “I’m looking for the Democratic crowd.” | I struck it right then. I guess I’m not so dumb after | all. I'll have to write home and tell pa about it. The fellow told me to keep going up the stairs. Phew! I was too quick in judging the importance of this place. | More stairs; and when I went up this flight, there was | still another! But*I didn’t have time to think, of stairs much, be- cause when I went through the open doorway at the top, I saw the grandest sight my eyes ever struck. Such (a mass of people, standing and sitting, on the entire’ main floor, in balconies and on the stage! Flags and pictures and streamers, and a band was playing some- where behind the scenes. I was just struck dumb. * * * T managed to squeeze into the crowd so I could gat a Letter view of the stage. Just when I reacheq a good | position, one of the actors stood up besides a table that had a pitcher of water and a couple of giasses on it, and started to speak. Maybe he'll do tricks with the pitcher and glasses, I thought. The people applauded | before he began to speak and also after every few of his | words. I couldn't hear at all what he said, from where | I stood, but I suppose the applause was a kind. of for- | mality the audience went through. Since «veryone ‘around me was clepping, I joined in also, and... gee, it was like being home in Montana again! Once I tried clapping when everyone was quiet—and b’God, the whole audience followed right after me and applauded to beat the band, ‘Then another of the actors got up to speak, and the audience treated him to the same noise. I began to get somewhat puzzled. Pa, back home, always said my hearing was keener ’n hell, but that it wasn’t of no use because I wasn’t able to make out anything I heard. _ Weill, here, in Tammany Hall, I with my keen hearing couldn’t hear one word out of ten that the actors spoke, and yet everybody around me seemed to know what was being said. Their faces were lit up with interest, and sometimes they started roaring with laughter. My poor head tried to figure out this phenomenon; but I guess pa was right, when he said my head was good for nothing at all except to do the chores. Anyhow, I be- | gan to notice that the speakers waved their arms around | and moved their fingers and clenched their fists; so I | kind of figured that these movements have a special meaning, and those who can’t hear can understand | ses the actor is saying from arm and finger signs, I felt somebody pushing in back of me. Two fellows, whose clothes looked pretty ragged, took up a position behind me. Each carried a small American flag. Every minute they would start to roar, clap their hands, and wave their flags like mad. And suddenly I was sur- prised out of my wits. Their breath smelled powerfully of whiskey—and I can recognize that smell a mile away, because pa, back home, had some complaint or other, and used to cure it by drinking whiskey. He said it was all right to use whiskey for medicine during Prohibition, and anytime anybody wanted proof, he showed him the doctor’s prescription. My father used to make quite a bit of extra cash by telling the doctor’s name to the other sick men thereabouts. What I couldn’t understand was how the two men behind me were able to stay in Tammany Hall, where the laws are made, and escape arrest. Maybe because they carried flags no policeman could touch them. I'll have to remember to write to pa and ask him for an explanation of this puzzling situation. The next speaker on the stage had a loud voice. I heard almost every word he spoke. My head isn’t one for holding a speech, but a few of the words which are familiar to me I can remember. Every few seconds he would say goddam—the next word sounded something like republican, but I won’t swear to it. And he sur- prised me, you can imagine, by using a lot of words pa used to speel off when he got real angry. After this speaker finished, a band began to play. And once in a while, when a new actor came out on the stage, the band struck up and played, “Hail, hail, the gang’s all here,” just like back home when the old men got soused-—before Prohibition—and sang this ditty every few minutes. *. . s I remembered that once, when pa made a trip to the city for business, he took me to see a circus. I never be- fore saw such a sight—tents, flags, crowds, men, speak- ing from small stages, dancers, all rush and excitement, and everybody seemed to be having a grand time. Maybe this also is a circus, I wondered; a New York circus. There didn’t seem to be any animals around, however. There was a band playing somewhere in another room, and perhaps after the finish of the show in the main room, the audience would get up and march in to see the main performance. I wouldn’t swear to it, but dur- ing the spells of hand clapping and music I always thought I could hear lions roaring in the next room. Anyhow it was exciting, and I hope I remember a few of the things I saw, so I can write home to pa and tell him about the fine time I had the first night in New New York. About this time of the performance my legs began to get tired from standing. I wondered when the main performance would start, so we could see the animals do their stunts. Maybe I could go down on the stairs for a while and see what was going on there; but I was too scared to leave, because everybody remained in his place and didn’t move. Afterward however there was a decided shifting, some leaving and others coming in, so I gath- cred up my courage and pushed my way out. I thought that I had better look over my slips of paper, because I didn’t know yet where I was going to sleep for the night. rae . Then I suddenly noticed, according to directions on slip of paper No. 8, that I had forgotten to join the Democratic party. The paper read, “Ask anybody in Tammany Hall for directions; they’ll lead you right.” So I went over to two fat fellows who were smoking big cigars and talking, and I said, “I want to join the Demo- eratic party.” They stared at me kind of funny, and laughed. “Well, gou couldn’t do anything better,” one of the men said. “What do you want to join the Democratic party for now?” ‘ “Because that’s what my father told me to do.” “Well, that’s as good a reason as any,” said the same man. “How old are you?” “Twenty-two.” “Hm. Born in New York?” “No. Come from Montana.” “Hm. That's a long ways off. How long have you been living here.” At this, both men burst into laughter, so that their cigars shook. “Well, well, and maybe your father wants you to vote next week, heh?” “I don’t know as I know how to vote in New York,” I answered; “but I’ve done it in Montana,” The other man spoke for the first time, in a stern voice. “Don’t you know the residential requirements for voting, young man?” I began to call myself a dumb fool. Bet I was mixing things up. Pa didn’t say anything about residential re- quirements. The man who spoke last—he was smoking the biggest cigar I ever saw; I'll bet it cost at least twenty-five cents—pulled a card out of his pocket and gave it to me. “Come to my office tomorrow morning and I'll fix you up,” he said. “You look like a promising lad, and we'll manage it all right, I guess, so you can vote next week. A Democratic vote is not to be thrown away for such a trifling matter as residence.” Here he pulled a cigar out of his vest pocket and gave it to me. I forgot all about the circus upstairs and ran into the street. Everybody was coming out all right. I was going to vote next week and help run the country. And I had one of those big cigars! Pa certainly is a smart man. He knew what he was talking about when he said, “Join the Democrats; they know how to manage everything ©. K. They'll do anything for you, even the government,” 1 { a bergh from the shores of the United States to Paris is an outstanding achievement of the times, This only shows further the possibilities of scientific development in the field of transportation and general economie life. 7 This flight will be’ utilized by all the forces of reaction to bolster up the military, naval ‘and ain forces, They see in this flight the increased (By the Labor Sports Union). Jokila, Famous Finnish Runner to Compete at Labor Sports Meet An outstanding feature of the La- bor Sports Union national athletic meet to be held in Electric Park, Waukegan, IIl., on July 80th and 81st, will be an exhibition run by Jokila, famous Finnish long distance runner. In Finland, Jokila is considered the foremost rival of Willie Ritola, altho the two have never run against each other. The Labor Sports Union isgin touch with Ritola and is endeavoring to get him to race-against Jokila. If these two stars should be brought to- gether, it would probably mean the breaking of. records. In addition to the various track and People of the sovereign United States are falling into a grave error by their attitude toward the silence of Cal. A little more thought applied \to the responsibilities of this popular president would at once show the tre- mendous difficulties under which he labors. After all, all great men are misunderstood. Cal was born and raised on a New England farm, where silence is the law, If Cal’s pa said, “You go out now ’n milk the wild cows,” Cal said nothing, and obeyed. If he didn’t he'd get a crack across the head, Accord- ing to Hoyle, this complex has been carried by the farmer lad into the presidential chair. When the bosses say, “Cal, send a couple of steel boats down to the Nicaraguan pasture,” Cal says nothing and obeys. If he didn’t, he'd get a boot in the breeches. Then, a president’s words, the few he utters, are of such great moment, that he must be extremely careful. Usually he hand man. successfully with Kellogg. And Kel- logg dotes on the mistaken word. Cal’s silence will be pardoned, when CHARLES A. LINDBERGH AND THE YOUNG WORKERS | The non-stop flight of young Lind-, possibilities for the. use of the air- || NON-COMMITTAL CAL plane in the coming world conflict. | All attempts will be made through | celebrations greeting boost militarism, Lindbergh was the son of a valiant fighter for the rights of the farmers in the Northwest. It was during the war especially when the father of Lindbergh carried on this struggle in spite of all the hysteria, Young Lindbergh at that time ‘helped ma- terially in the campaigns conducted by his father, At the present time the actions and conduct of young Lind- bergh are an insult to his father’s | militancy when he has completely | flopped over and become a tool of | the capitalists and militarists, This | very moment he is being feted in grand for his accomplishment. He will be held up as a shining example j te all of the American youth, his past | will be completely forgotten. | | This event should only help to stir \us on to renewed activities exposing |the role that he will play. Our mes- jsage to the young workers is: | 1.—The achievements of the work- ers belong to the entire working class, 2.—Down with Militarism. 8.—Fight against a new World War. field events to be staged, there will he soccer and baseball games and gymnastic drills. The meet is open to all athletes belong to labor sport: organizations. Pitcher in Chicago Car League Stingy With Hits. The strongest baseball union league in Chicago is the Street Carmen’s League. This league, backed by the powerful Local 241, has made a great record during the ten years of its existence. In games played thus far this season, the league seems to be top-heavy with good pitching—or with poor batters, At any rate the | twirlers have been having things their own way, 2 and 3 hit games being a jcommon thing. In the Post. Office pedicel League which is the second strongest union loop in the city, things are the other way around, big scores being the rule rather than the excep- tion. ior aes 4 jit is remembered that no a president open his mouth to use a toothpick, than ‘flashed across ‘the’ con printed on the front newspaper with three-i Suppose Cal should the front porch one m his mouth, breath in the | the wisterias and exclaim, ‘tainly is a fine day.” The news appear on the front page of eve: newspaper in the country that afternoon, Every patriotic. citize, would don his, new straw hat before’ going to work. And then suppose that same afternoon the elements defy the king's words and let down a first. rate shower. ‘ If there were enough straw hat dealers in. this country to carry the national ‘vote, it would be different, BUY THE DAILY WORKER AT THE NEWSSTANDS ' | | Lindbergh to } | } | | | i | 1 | } j | quae ———— 4 ‘ | | |