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

THE DAILY WORKER, NEW Sil YORK, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2 1927 lream, I have or a ¢ culture a Thoreau, the abol of New walked forth battle for the and from Bo less night. I streets with unstc lost in a da military pr main ti the caref of “fore Many hold t bit tighter ana | 1 And the restless. | ta ext closed for e cordon of police is pwn around it. I clim the steps of defense headquart Many men and women, tired men and j women, cd women who have | worked 1 nights these many month years look sleepy cles under th of days thei thought and wan, | ight Stops a} limousine in front of defense head- quarters. > come two hed onded women. ll fed, heavy jeweled, soft, tHi A coupie of ol dre This is Mrs. ram. “Oh, how flunkies \Harriman “tired we , What a strenuous trip this is fi Newport. Is there any- thing we really can do for Sacco and | i? This been a dreadfully enuous trip from Newport. Yes, we shall see the Governor.” * * * The impartial governor sits in his office and listens to pleas for Sacco ard Vanzetti. Men and women come, come and go. He listens. He is fair. He is ever so anxious to be convinced. And he listens. “I am open to convi tion.” He listens. “Gentlemen, thi is a beautiful day” and the impartial governo: all homeward. * * * A. F. of L. electricians were testing the wires for the execution. Massachusetts is fair to organized labor. There goes the executioner, Mr. Elliot! I wonder when he gets home tonight does his wife say, daddy, did the world treat you fair! today?” “Yes, my only one, you can have that r coat your little heart has ached for, for so long.” Workers are gathering into two small halls for last minute demon- strations. The halls are small but they are the only available ones. Thej police have issued their orders to all} owners of buildings and hall An overflow « in the street. “Mother” B s the crowd from an upper window. Her med like a white win- Out of her mouth gray head is fr: dow box flowe come fie and daring. pear and y words of courage and hope Suddenly more police ap- | the crowd is dispersed. and together with thrown into jail. y crowded and the reb- into a narrow cell, like cattle in Chi- cago stock yards. Strains of the “In-| ternational” come through the barred | windows and wds gather around| the jail. The windows are shut and the rebels almost suffocate, and| now as from a far distance a song| comes, comes breaking through the jail walls, My Country ’tis of thee Sweet Land of liberty Across from the Charlestown prison | there is a bridge. Regiments of sol-| diers with machine guns and bayonets guard the prison. No one can cross the bridge, it is the deadline: Huge gia: crowds stare on. Gro- tesque re cast on dark| streets. Cossacks’ horses dance on. A| few people in ignorance walk on to the bridge. A few more follow them. Then a few more. The police let} them. I hold my breath and look on,! for it is an obvious trap. Two or three hundred people are now on the bridge and quickly like a cannon shot comes a signal from somewhere . . .| horses plunge forward riding through the mass of bewildered and scared men and women. The night now is not so silent, there is shuffling feet, sticks on heads, ies, the buck- ing of horses and finally the mass is crowded to the edge of the bridge and from there they are inched along on to the street. Many run up the} elevated station, horses gallop up the steps a short distance. From below the police warn them not to come down again but to take the next train. Again all is silent. The government has proven its supremacy. ‘, ci the people drives land drop: |the prison. The hour of the execution is ap-* proaching. fiany thousands of peo- ple are on the street but all about me |there is a deep silence, only the mounted horses running on cement are heard. Night is coming and lights | are lit in dark tenement house win- dows. A police automobile speeds down the avenue. A dog @arts across. There is a terrific howl. The ma- chine runs on. The hurt animal with its entrails half out takes a few steps dead. A woman screams the police rush in her direction. Soon square strikes the hour nine. * * * A woman rushes to the gates of The woman see the and Vanzetti. Cram. She must sit Sac is Mrs. warden! | article: jall is quite again and the clock on the} There behind those walls | She must see the warden!!| The prison guards and the police han-| dle this woman somewhat differently. She is not a worker. She stands high in the social scale of Boston and they | bow before her and become servile. She must see the warden. Mrs. Cram asks for a two-hour stay until some| important word can be had from Washington. No, she cannot see the warden. This is a busy night for him, |This is the night of the execution! Three men are to die tonight. And on all such nights the warden gets drunk. This is an arduous task. It is a man’s job, And the warden is a man. The warden is drunk tonight. Courage, brother, courage. Eh, it is a man’s job. The warden is drunk to- night. No, Mrs. Cram, it is impossi- ble for you to see the warden tonight. We are sorry, very sorry. There stands on a street in Boston a huge clock with two black hands. I shall always remember it as the death clock, for there I with many others waited for the hour of twelve. Our eyes were lifted to that clock with its two black hands, and in terror we watched a hand’ crawl slowly towards the deadly middle with the Roman numerals. And then the clock struck ‘and I heard someone beside me count He | slowly from one to twelve. The Clock Strikes Twelve! _ —Drawing by William Gropper This is he first of a series of three and work of the Young Pioneers at | their camp which is now becoming of the workers’ children in the class fight is looming big as the young- sters move on in their systematic velopment, gaining power and dom that astound the most revolu-| tionary of the grown-ups. | * * * (Written Especially For The | DAILY WORKER) By J. 0. BENTALL, Wingdale, N. Y., Sept. 1. “One aim thruout our lives: Free- dom to the working class.” | These closing words of the Pioneer pledge keep ringing in my ears. I cannot get away from them. They follow me as I walk the winding roads about the camp. They haunt me as I look up the mountain sides and gaze into the biue sky above the moun- tains. The little hustling stream that hurries down the steeps chants and) chants the pledge it has heard every ; Young Pioneers Develop Great Summer Camp office, hospital, gymnasium, sport pole. Very materialistic individuals have out the whole country.| helped the Pioneers to get equipment.| Side is “The Kremlin.” ance of the organization, To be specific it is the management|center of activity where all official of Unity Camp that has been far- sighted enough to make the Pioneers one of its first cares. Unity has a large tract of the most picturesque land in the mountains. There is an | ideal lake for swimming, a fine river | with erystal clear water issuing from high altitudes in the mountains, mak- jing water supply with natural high pressure easy to pipe for every pur- pose, and there is natural beauty and delightful slopes for thousands of tents. 3 So Unity Camp told the Pioneers that they could have part of this land, a very liberal tract splendidly loca- ted and gloriously beautiful. And did the youngsters know what to do with this concession? You just come over here and take a look at the territory now in possession of the Pioneers and your eyes will bulge) out like headlights in a Rolls Royce. | morning from the coming rulers of {* First we run into the “Red Square,” the earth—‘One aim thruout our| lives: Freedom to the working class.” | The clouds that come sweeping over us and the torrents of rain that they | pour into the gulches, the majesty of! the mighty flashes of lightning and the roar of the deafening thunder | join thdt throng of coming power,! unite with that mass of determined, | live, willfull, energetic flesh and_ blood and brains, and in unison, de- finitely, forcefully, in rythym, un-! dyingly pledge—pledge—pledge “One! aim thruout our lives: Freedom to thegworking class.” H IT would go a thousand miles to get} the iration that this group. of young humans imparts in a day at! the camp. To see the plans they! have laid for future work and for |children that will follow them in the counted, and in that simple count I) heard twelve little death songs. And soon on a board near us appeared the great struggle is to gef a new grip. on life. | In the two short years they have! increased from a handful of a dozen | to over a hundred at the present time. words, SACCO, VANZETTI DEAD.|From a little corner set aside for Then nothing mattered, nothing ex-|/some nobodys and lost in the bustle cept the morrow, . workers would remember, _—_— ‘y . . for I knew the! of large crowds they now have their own plot, their own tents. their own g THEIR UNITED FRONT By ADOLF WOLFF. Herr “Noske” Shiplacoff, This gent sure knows his stuff. A word from him And cossacks grim Start in to treat us rbitth! Start in to treat us rough! Herr Claessens knows his place He kicks our leader’s face; Because he tries To head our cries. No coward was so base. No coward was:so base. In vain we’d have to hunt For a more perfect stunt Then the P. D, and The S. P. band In their united front. In their united front. > jin the middle of which is the flag ving a picture of the life, field, showers, store rooms, and flag| pole where a very significant flag is {hoisted every morning, of which |more in the next article. To one This is the | meetings are held, and where the offi- ,cers have their posts. The director is a young man bubbling over with | energy, full of life and overflowing |with plans and schemes for making | Pioneer Camp the most attractive, healthy, educational, enlightening in America, who does not give a whoop what people call him, but I wormed myself into his confidence and found | out that his name is Morris Gottfried. This young worker has put the brains of the children to work and given them the task of naming the streets, |roads and tents. So you read the big letters on the tents: “Spartacus Tent,” “Debs Tent,” “Zetkin Tent,” “Sacco Tent,” “Vanzetti Tent,” a tent for Mother Bloor, Foster, Frank | Little, Voikoff, Kruppskaia, Kollon- |tai, a “leaders’ Terrace,” with tents {of Karl Marx, Sun Yat Sen, John | Reed Botvin. “Pioneer Lane,” is the |main thorofare, leading thru the Camp. Between two sections of tents is “Ruthenberg Parkway.” Then we come upon “Liebknecht Ave,” Luxem- | berg Ave.,” and so on. There is also |the “Washhouse Alley,” where you | are told “Don’t Forget Your Neck and Wars.’ All meetings are held in “Lenin Hail,” and all play and sports take place in “Victory Playground.” A budding museum contains num- erous specimens of peculiar rocks, insects, leaves, trees and pre-historic |bones. The more scientifically in- clined contribute both specimens and explanations to the museum. The camp bulletin called “The Fighting Pioneer” is issued regularly once a week, A special Sacco-Van- zetti_ number won greater response | than any other. The library contains ‘a fine selection of books and maga- zines as well as the leading daily papers. There was also a paper on the table called The “DAILY WORK- _ER,” which the Pioneers for some reason seemed to prefer to the metro- |‘ politan press. This, in a nutshell is the equipment. |Tn the next article I will tell you what \the Pioneers are doing to while away their young days in the Camp. By A. B. MAGIL. Wilmington is saved. Sacco and |Vanzetti are dead. But the Du Ponts| still live. | marching on. And their name goes Pola ae ey | This is the story of something that never happened. But it will, never- theless, remain one of the most glori jous chapters in American history, |this tale of the saving of an entire ‘town through the heroism of a single jindividual, whose quick thinking and quick action thwarted the plans of | Moscow and its paid agents in Amer- jica. And Wilmington, sweet, placid | Wilmington, chief city of the free commonwealth of Delaware, has hugely breathed a sweet, placid sigh of relief. Saved. % * * Wilmington, Delaware, is a tity of {some 120,000 souls, most of them pious. It is under the heel of the Du Pont family who own about every- |thing worth owning in Wilmington, ineluding the city officials. The four newspapers, divided among the repub- jlican and democratic camps, are also jowned by the Du Ponts, one branch jof the family controlling the repub- |lican papers and the other branch the | tell which is which. Most people can’t {tell whichi is which. Elections are |settled, in civilized fashion, in ad- | vance to avoid uncertainty and in- | convenience. | Delaware is proud of its historical |associations. It was the first state to |ratify the Declaration of Independ- ence. And during the World War the entire state contained but one con- scientidus objector, Donald Stephens, ‘of Arden. He is now in Soviet Rus- \sia, working with the Russian Recon- ‘struction Farms, so this blot on the} _state’s fair name has been partly re- | moved. | Another historical association is |the whipping post. All other states ‘have adopted more modern methods |of torturing prisoners, But Delaware |vemains faithful to its traditions. It ‘is true the historicity of the whipping post is impaired somewhat by the fact that it is used chiefly for Negroes. But one must compromise at times. ; Wilmington, containing half the {population of Delaware, is its chief lindustrial center. There are labor | unions in Wilmington, but no labor movement. Strikes are few and gen- erally unsuccessful. Such matters are also settled in advance by the all- \beneficent Du Pont family and their ‘capitalist subordinates in collabora- ‘tion with their intimate friends, the \officials of the American Federation of Labor, | Thus this moribund flower of cap- litalist civilization, withering softly ‘on the banks of the Delaware, re- ‘mains undisturbed. Lying prone on its back, with its churches and syna- gogues, its factories, business places, up-to-date redlight district for the convenience of the male parishioners, |schools and undulant hills, Wilming- ‘ton beholds itself and finds itself good. * id * Unfortunately a few Reds, “boring \from within,” have managed to inject themselves into the population of Wilmington, occasionally upsetting the equanimity of the good folk of the town. These Reds took it into their heads that even Wilmington ought to hold some sort of Sacco-Van- zetti meeting and protest against the contemplated murder of the two Ital- ian workers. A Wilmington Sacco-Vanzetti De- fense Committee was hastily formed, with Samuel Markizon, one of the most active comrades in the state of Delaware, as chairman. Members of piously washed its hands of the whole matter. Like most of the branches throughout the country, the Wilming- ton Workmen’s Circle is a hollyroller organization that maintains its re- spectability at any cost. The mem- bers read the Jewish Daily Forward regularly and still occasionally recall the days when they were just ordinary went into business, made‘ their piles { and settled down to enjoy a peaceful dotage. When they die they will be) buried with ceremonies befitting re-| volutionaries in the Workmen’s Cir- | cle graveyard. The few Left Wingers | who are members of the Circle are! kept judiciously under leash. | The Wilmington Sacco-Vanzetti De- | fense Committee, comprising a mere handful of militants, decided to go on with their plans to hold a Sacco-Van- zetti protest meeting despite the | passive sabotage of the Workmen's Circle. They tried to get a hall, and| found all halls in Wilmington closed | to Sacco-Vanzetti meetings. Finally | they manged to secure a lodge room over a store at 611 Market street for a meeting to be held Saturday, Au- gust 20th, two days before the) execu- tion, As I happen to be a temporary | resident of Ardent, Delaware, only a) few miles from Wilmington, I was asked to be chairman of this meeting. After paying a $5 deposit for the; room, three members of the commit-| tee went back to the owner of the, meeting room to make final arrange- ments. He handed them their $5 de- posit. No, he couldn’t rent them the room after all, He hadn’t understood | the precise nature of the meeting. The police, you know... . As the members of the committee were going out, they saw two detec- |tives approach the owner of the room and talk to him. How had the police learned? They put two and two to- | Wilmington is Saved! stions in Wilmington, definitely called joff the meeting Thursday, August 18th. * * * | On Saturday the “Evening Jour- !nal” appeared with a great scarehead across the top of the front page: PO- |LICE RIOT STICKS TO HALT |SACCO RALLY. A prominent front |page story, continued on the second 'page, covering -in all about a column and a half, informed the good people of Wilmington of the incredible agil- ity of their police department and particularly of its chief, Superinten- dent of Police Black. The story, car- ried exclusively by the “Evening Journal,” was composed largely of manifestos by Superintendent Black, written for him in the vigorous prose of the “Journal’s” star reporter. Here are some succulent extracts from this great human document: “Wilmington will not be. made the rendezvous of ‘radicals’ from other cities, and orders have been issued to ithe police promptly to break up any ‘such gathering here.” “Where there may be a few of the ‘radicals in this city, the. meeting for tonight, according to information re- \ ceived by this office, was to have been | held here, as the police of other cities have forbidden such gatherings, and \the bulk of those attending doubtless ‘would have been from other cities.” | ‘We believe in' free ‘speech and the enjoyment of liberty by all so long as that speech and liberty does not \ineite to an outbreak among the rad- ical element. ...I believe it is far ‘better to halt this business right at the start rather than wait for’ the radicals to stir things up here as has been done in other cities.” “.... Wilmington wilk not be made the dumping ground by the for- eigners who wish to come here and upset our government.” The story then went on to say: “Superintendent of Police Black at noon on learning that there was a plan on foot to hold the meeting in defiance of police, issued orders to the police captains to hold themselves ‘in readiness for action. “He also directed them to have a guard placed over every hall or pub- lic meeting place in the city to- poke 1s eee ie “ ‘We have plenty of riot sticks downstairs, said Superintendent Black, ‘which have never been used, If the mob insists on it I feel satis- fied that the police will be found ready to use them where they will de the most good.’ ” The next morning the Wilmington “Star” printed a frontpage story from which it was evident that the police had done their duty and had saved the city from destruction. Only one incident occurred. The guardians of the law learned that a street meet- ing was being held after all. They descended with riot sticks flying, only to find it was a meeting of the Ku Klux Klan. The Klan is an honored organization in Wilmington. Mis- takes will happen. The fact that the Sacco-Vanzetti meeting had been called off two days before didn’t seem to fluster the in- trepid Superintendent Black. He had remained staunch, and singlehandec had saved the city. * * * | In the city of Wilmington there is a creek called the Brandywine and a lovely quiet park that has been named Brandywine Park. In an open space there squat historic cannon, thrusting meek nozzles into the placid summer air. It was here that a rebel named George Washington, leader of a ragged, outlaw army, once fought the ; : A Battle of Brandywine. But that was the Workmen’s Circle of Wilmington ie oe 2 % | Sacco and Vanzetti are dead. The |Du Ponts live on. And Wilmington |has been saved. Will Superintendent of Police Black be the next mayor of Wilmington? Ask me another. { workers, before they got some sense, | The Murder By SAMUEL Moss. Dead! Dead! Cornered and extermina- ted! Tortured on every rack, then crucified! | And now the murderers their spoils divide Above the mangled bodies of the dead! The butchers crushed them with re- morseless tread, As they to power ruthlessly did ride, As they will crush all till we check their stride, And gain the end for which these martyrs bled. So, Comrades, not in idle, futile tears Release the anguish, which for vengeance cries, But store it in your inmost heart, where lies Each memory of other wrongs that ‘ sears, And vent them only when at last we rise To expiate the horrors of the years. Loan te Germany. BERLIN, Sept 1—Formal an- nouncement was made by thé muni-. cipal government today that a $30,- 000,000 loan has been obtained from Dillon, Read and Company, of New York, for the construction of 8,000 dwellings here to relieve the housing shortage. The loan however, must gether. Obviously the “Evening Jour- nal” had played stoolpigeon. Need- less to say, their ad was rejected, and the committee, knowing condi- yet be approved by the municipal council. It will run 26 years,. the bonds bearing 6 per cent interest coupons. . | | |