The Daily Worker Newspaper, November 19, 1927, Page 8

Page Eight HE DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, SATURDAY, NOV. 19, 1927 - 4 THE DAILY WORKER Published by the DAILY WORKER PUBLISHING CO. Daily, Except Sunday 33 First Street, New York, N. Y. Cable Addres: SUBSCRIPTION RATES | By Mail (in New York only): By Mail (outside of New oYrk): | $8.00 per year $4.50 six months $6.00 per year 50 six months} $2.50 three months. $2.00 thre mths. | -- peer ees Phone, Orchard 1680 | “Dalwork” : | Ade THE DAILY WO ....ROBERT MINER | VM. F. DUNNE under | | the act of March Defeat the Conspiracies Against Latin America The disclosures made in today’s DAILY WORKER should} dispel the illusions of y readers of the Hearst papers inclined | to believe in the genuineness of the so-called official documents alleged to have been obtained from the secret archives of the| Calles government of Mexico. | Even the most gullible of the readers of those “rawest” of | capitalist publications cannot fail to perceive the palpable dishon- | esty of the New York American in its handling of the first of the series of “exposures” of the Mexican government. Not even the most experienced of the Hearst forger-jour- | nalists can convince any sane person that the changes in the docu- | ment were not made in the editorial rooms and the mechanical de- | partment of the American right here in New York City, rather | than in Mexico City. In the early edition of Monday’s paper, | which appeared on the streets early Sunday evening the document is recorded as filed on July 2, 1921, while the date of the document | In the second edition of Monday’s American the } date of filing is absent, but in the final edition there is a new filing | date—July 2, 1926—to coincide with the date of the document. | is June 2, 1926. The change is so crude that one can detect the fact that in “1926” the last two numerals—‘26” are drawn in ink, instead of being | stamped as was the first date. A restatement of the fact that the Hearst publications are | Some notorious for their forgeries and plain lies is not news. months ago we exposed these sheets for publishing an article on Soviet Russia which the Hearst papers said was written by Joseph Stalin—a brazen lie. any of the Hearst publications. Only recently a similarly dishon- est use wa of newspapers. in the Hearst journalistic brothels in the United States. As to the Mexican forgeries, they were probably made in Mexico by the same persons who first tried to blackmail the Mexi- | ean government and then tried to peddle them to other newspapers, finally disposing of them to Hearst agents. But some of the work was rather crude, so it was necessary to alter them in New York, which was done, as is proved by The DAILY WORKER today. These forgeries were published by the Hearst chain of pa- pers, not for the purpose of disseminating news, but for purely propaganda purposes to aid in the murderous, malevolent con- spiracies that are being directed against the people of Mexico, Nicaragua and all Latin America. It is upon such flimsy and dishonest material that the flames of national hatred are fanned in order to prepare “public sentiment” for imperialist wars against smaller and weaker peoples. We publish the expose of the Hearst forgeries in order to warn the American working class that every force of reaction, every imperialist agency, is driving toward new and more fright- ful imperialist wars in order that the mighty power of Wall Street may grow mightier yet upon soil made rich with the blood of the youth and young manhood of this country. In order to prevent the bloody consummation of such con- spiracies it is essential that the American workers and exploited farmers now begin a determined drive against American im- perialism. Demand that the American armed forces be at once with- drawn from Nicaragua and other Latin American nations, that the nations now the victims of the invading hordes of Wall Street shall be left alone to resume their status as independent nations and to select their own governments without interference on the part of the imperialist butchers. Senator Curtis For President From the vastness of the sun-baked plains of Kansas comes the announcement that United States Senator Charles Curtis, floor leader of the Coolidge administration forces, is a candidate for the republican nomination for president in 1928. It may surprise some persons that so paltry an individual, utterly devoid of achievement and almost totally bereft of ability | beyond that of a mere rubber stamp, should be seriously men- tioned for the office of chief executive of this “most efficient” of capitalist governments. But there needybe no surprise. After Harding and Coolidge the question of the axsence of ability is eliminated from consideration of presidential possibilities. The fact that a candidate is a nonentity, a mere messenger boy for Wall Street, does not disqualify him from running or even becom- ing president. tration. In announcing his candidacy for president he is carrying out orders the same as when he votes in the senate. The record of the Harding-Coolidge administration is his record; he sup-| farmers are concerned, this Norris campaign is futile and its ported every reactionary measure from the Newberry slush fund | bopelessness becomes still more evident when its program is anal- | and defense of Mellon’s aluminum trust steal to the world |y2ed and found to differ only in non-essentials from that of court proposition and the Mellon tax revision. The one exception | !owden, Dawes and other candidates who are easily identified as |reactionary even from the viewpoint of the middle class. in his record was his support of the McNary-Haugen “farm re- lief bill” and that was a political maneuver to enable him to save his face before the farmers of Kansas. That vote was not ob-|¢xploited farmers toward support of a movement to create a class jectionable to the administration as it was known that Coolidge |Party, independent. of and opposed to the old parties—a party that would defend their interests instead of using their woes as political footballs, as is obviously being done by the Brookhart- | Norris-Borah crowd as well as by the Mellon-Coolidge-Curtis ma- would veto it. The candidacy of Curtis is another political trick of the ad- ministration forces. The so-called insurgents—Brookhart, La- Follette and other survivors of the 1924 third party movement, with the aid of Borah—have announced that their candidate is Senator Norris of Nebraska. It is to combat Norris that Curtis announces himself a can-|where King John granted the Magna Charta of “English liberty” Stalin did not write such an article in the ; first place, and secondly he never wrote anything in his life for | ; made of the name of N. Bucharin, who did not write | the article ascribed to him and who likewise would spurn any | suggestion of writing a line for the loathsome Hearst combination | The Stalin arid Bucharin forgeries were concocted “TO THE UNION HALL, JAMES” By Fred Ellis. of the company. (Continued from Last Issue.) XXV. The Heart of Charity HE class struggle goes by con- trasts; so, instead of proceeding to the ivory poets of America, let e introduce you to a rebel poet, {and show what a different welcome | such a person receives from the cri- | tical machine. Like Amy Lowell, this rebel was born with a golden spoon in her mouth; her father stood upon the | utmost height possible to man in | America, being president of the First onal Bank of his home town. hing that life can give to a | woman—wealth, beauty, wit and so- |cial charm—the daughter possessed. But alas, the fates spoiled it by put- |ting in too tender a heart; when she went into cities, and saw little chil- |dren starving, she never had peace |again. Instead of remaining a leader \of fashion, she married a Socialist, and spent her possessions upon strike publicity. So she descended into the |seven hells of poverty, pawning her |jewels to the landlady, and sitting up all-night doing hack literary work. |She knew pain and fear, those twin |hags that ride the backs of the work- ers. | In the days before she threw away |her beauty, this woman had met a [great poet, and he had fallen upon jhis knees before her. He was one of |the aloof and haughty poets—at least |in theory—and he told her about his aloof and haughty art. The woman, | teasing him, called his muse an idle | baggage, useless to mankind; the poets were pretenders, taking a pose of inspiration in order to impress the ladies they wooed; anybody could write poetry who was willing to take the trouble, “I could do it myself!” “Fyove it,” answered the poet, in a voice of scorn; and the woman answered, “Tell me about some kind of poem, and I will write one.” George Sterling, meaning to win this contest, showed the hardest of all kinds of poems, the sonnet; his pupil | began practicing, and presently she brought one to him, and he read it and wept. It was called “Love,” and was hardly a fair test, because it was addressed to another man.* The civilized world went to war. in Europe there’ were formed two ~ Money Writes lines of death, each nearly a thousandoa lady Brahmin of New England.g Search the books of the miles long, to which several thousand | |young men rushed each day to be urned into rotting corpses. Four! jyears this continued; and never was | j there such a test of a woman poet. It is interesting to see what ca ‘from the leisure class women, and| then what came from the rebel) women. | During the four years of the world| war, Amy Lowell was the undisputed | mistress of the poetical world of | America; and you will find her re action to thé war in a volume, “P: tures of the, Floating World,” pub- lished in 1919. There are a total of one hundred and seventy-four poems in the book, and nine deal with the war. One tells about a landscape} architect who went crazy and de- signed a garden like a fortress, and so lost his position and committed suicide. Another describes a cam- ouflaged battleship, as seen from a ferry-boat in Boston Harbor. An-} other describes a fort; and so that you may know what great guns mean to a leisure-class lady, here are the eight lines of the climax of this art- work: Is it possible that, at night, The little flitter-bats Hang under the lever-wheels of the disappearing guns In their low emplacements To escape from the glare | Of the search-lights | Shooting over the grasses To the sea? | During this same four-year period | the rebel poet was entirely unknown to the critical world—as she is still. Her sonnets concerning the war ap- peared in obscure Socialist papers, and after the war twenty-five of them published in a little pamphlet selling for twenty-five cents. It is an iron-clad rule of the leisure-class reviews that no book exists at less | than a dollar and a half; cheaper books can’t afford to advertise, and what are reviews for? Three dollars is a better advertising price, while a special numbered edition on hand- tooled Japaneese paper bound in vel- lum at seven-fifty per copy is the seal of immortality. The “Sonnets of M. C, S.” have been the solace of rebel workers in sweatshops and jails all over the world; but the haughty gentlemen of the capitalist critical | machine do not know them. I have shown you what great ens mean to} |head off the campaign on behalf of Norris and so weaken the | “insurgent” group that it will be ineffective at the national re- |publican convention. | , ‘detracting from Norris support | Of course, as far as the wo! rei | Such exhibitions ought to |chine, British miners marching to coal diggers to the attention of Thus, the dirty game of capitalist politics goes on, with the Because of his role in the republican party it is certain that Wall Street-Coolidge gang trying to stifle the hopes of the small | Curtis would never make a move not approved by the adminis-| industrialists and the well-to-do farmers of the middle west by | that hé would otherwise obtain. rking class and the impoverished | spur the masses of workers and London to bring the plight of the the masses stopped at Newbury didate. He is probably only the first of a number of “favorite |in 1215. The coal operators have the liberty now, but the miners sons” in the agricultural states who will become candidates to| will write their own Magna Charta before long. N 4 4 By Upton Sinclair Frank Hedley, president, and Henry Quackenbush, general counsel for-the Interborough Rapid Transit Company, play the role of “labor leaders” in the company union known as the “Interborough Brotherhood,” composed of the employees —~ Now let us see what they mean to a woman Socialist. The sharpened steel whips round, the black guns blaze, Waste are the harvests, songs of birds. Out there in ice and mud the lowly herds Of peasant-folk in pitiful amaze Take their dtre portion of the grief and want Of this red cataclysm that has come Upon the world. Colossal is the sum Of bodies in that field the buzzards haunt. So, all forgot is Reason’s high estate! Where Man once climbed and vision- ed Love and God mute the He grovels° now in primal Night. Aye, men Of mind are but as mindless brutes again: The clod, through evolution, to the clod Has traveled back—to feed, to breed, to hate! Amy Lowell had a garden. It was a great and costly garden, with rare plants from all over the world, a forest of trees to hide the poet from strangers, and hot-houses providing orchids and exotic blooms to stimu- late her imagination. This garden had been made by hexancestors, and her mill-slaves paid for the labor of many men to tend it. During the | world war she entered this garden at night, and was unhappy, and she tells you about it on two pages of this same volume of “Pictures.” First she lists the roses and the phlox and the heliothrope and the night-scented stocks and the folded poppies and the fireflies and the sweet alyssum and the snow-ball bush and the ladies’ delight; then she reveals her grief, and we discover that it is not the red cataclysm that has come upon the world, but the thwarting of the dynastic impulses of Amy Lowell. Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies ? They knew my mothet, 3ut who belonging to me will they know When I am gone. ' Also M. C. S. had a garden: made with her husband’s help, as a respite from the labor of editing a Socialist magaine. She had planted cuttings got from the working-class neigh- bors, and tended ‘them with her own hands, watering and working them in the hot sun of Southern California. Like Amy, the owner of this garden went into it at night, and failed to be completely happy—but for a somewhat different reason. I feel the terror in the world tonight— Unbridled lust ef power, and bridled lust More cold but no less merciless. The dust Of perished legions drifts upon the bright And tender winds of spring, a seal, blood-red, Upon man’s last insanity. Surcease Of war? Ah, so they thought! To purchase peace For aye, with their young blood! Ah, so they said! But peace is not upon the winds of spring. The nostrils of new wars flare wide, and sniff t The dust of heroes greedily, and fling An evil breath upon the world—and I chance to laugh because the spring is here, Pain stabs my heart and binds the wound with fear! lady- Cham of New England, and amid all the lapidary work and bric-a-brac, the rugs and tapestries and mosaics, |the furniture and jewels and cera- mics, the carvings and ornaments and clocks, the sword-blades and poppy-seeds and fir-flower tablets, the yuccas confiding in /assion- vines and the turkey buzzards chatt- ing with the condors, the Indians ;climbing to the sky and the foxes trying to rape the moon—amid all this junk you will find here and there one human note, and that is when the poet admits that she is a lonely and beaten woman. For exam- ple, in what she calls “A Fairy Tale,” we hear a cry: Along the parching highroad of the world No other soul shall bear mine com- pany. Always shall I be teased by sem- blances, With cruel impostures, which I trust awhile Then dash to pieces, as a careless boy Flings a kaleidoscope, which shatter- ing : Strews all the ground about wit! colored shreds. This is reasonably good poetry; and you will note that there is no obscurity about it. you don’t have to puzzle over the meaning of a single word, nor to know anything about Japanese hokkus or fir-flower tab- lets of China. Alongside it I see that sonnet by M. C. S. which caused George Sterling to weep; and again you will find that you don’t have to rack your brains. This poem bears the title “Love,” and when it first appeared, in a Socialist magazine, Luther Burbank called it “the finest thing of the sort ever born of the human mind.” You are so good, so bountiful, and kind; You are the throb and sweep of music’s wings; The heart of charity you are, and blind To all my weaknesses brings The ointment and the myrrh to salve the thorn Of red fret of concourse. That you ive Is like to bugles trumping judgment- morn, And stranger than the ery the new- born give, + your presence on se fone day you will go hence. Shall wander lonely here awhile, and then— i Then I, like you, shall lay me down and die. Oh, sweethheart, kiss me, kiss me once again! Oh, kiss me many times, and hofll me near: For what of us, when we no moe are here? "My friend Floyd Dell, whose ad- vice in matters literary is usually excellent, tells me that I am barred from effective discussion of this woman poet by the fact of our rela- tionship. Since I cannot change the relationship, I give the reader fair warning, and endeavor to subdue my- self to the role of reporter. For whatever errors of taste of judgment may be found in this chapter, I am to blame. I labored for five years be- fore I got my wife’s consent to pub- lish her sonnets; and I write this chapter without her consent—because I know that if I asked for it, I wouldn’t get it! (To Be Continued.) 1 Red Rays wr representatives of starving British miners marching on Lon- don, the reactionary leaders of the British Labor Party are forced to in- }dulge in strong language in the house of commons. Ramsay MacDonald’s | speech, to which premier Baldwin re- | fused to reply, pictured the terrible {conditions existing in the coal fields, jbut MacDonald cannot be absolved |from all blame for those conditions, |for he and the right wing labor lead- |ers who sabotaged the general strike called in behalf of the miners were | chiefly responsible for the miners’ de- | feat which enabled the bosses to jforce their own conditions on them. | * * | PHERE is no doubt that a serious | crisis prevails in the coal industry jin Great Britain, with the workers | doing the suffering. Premier Bald- | win showed his tory contempt for the | workingclass by putting up a com- paratively unimportant cabinet mem- |ber to reply to Ramsay MacDonald. Had MacDonald shown as much energy in organizing the workers politically and industrially for a struggle against the capitalists of Great Britain as he showed in fighting the Communists, Baldwin would have taken his feet from the table on which they rested while the former |premier was talking. Dr. John Roach * ee the Rev. |“ Straton succeed in pulling off a cure at one of his religious orgies, that will stand the test of medical science—such as it is—he will be financially fixed for the rest of his life. The American Association for the Advancement of Atheism will give him $50,000 as a prize on “proof of a single cure of disease by prayer.” Now, a saintly fellow could live com- fortably for many years on that sum. It is worth while making a bid for. ee of the scenes witnessed at Straton’s healing exhibitions chal- lenge credulity. It does not seem possible that such things could take place in the 20th century. One woman after telling Strafon of her sufferings was anointed by him. “With a wild cry” says a newspaper report “that seemed like a laugh, she changed from kneeling to rolling on the floor. After a few moments, deacons and nearby women succeeded in catching her, and eventually they got her seated on a bench. An hour later when she staggered out, she was agitatedly clinging to the arm of her semi-paralyzed husband, whom she had brought for treatment also.” The brand of oil that Straton uses in his massage business should experience a bull market, if the preacher’s methods gain in popularity. * * I AM asked by an irate female reader if I would refuse a million dollars or undertake the air feats that Lind- bergh has. These pertinent questions * * * * * the United States capitalists. To the first question my reply is a thun- derous “no” and a challenge to all concerned to try me. One million dol- lars would keep The DAILY WORK- ER going for a few years, even tho we did not receive a single advertise- ment from a vegetarian restaurant, a chiropractor, a theatre or from a purveyor of medicine to pepeup a sluggish liver. * * * Ne for flying I am not keen on it. Indeed if I were the pope, I believe I would issue a bull stating that the deity never intended that human be- ings should fly, unless their countries were at war, in which case of course, I would hand out dispensations to the various powers permitting them to draft members of my flock for pa- triotic service. But just as soon as the last hero was turned into pulp, I would revert to the status quo and henceforth any catholic who would fly either for love, money or plain cussed- ness, would be placed on my excom- munication list. * * * ‘HIS shows how much of a flyer I am, so it is hardly fair to bait me for my critical remarks on Lind- bergh with a challenge to jump into an airplane and turn the ship’s nose towards Paris. Of course it is riot surprising that my correspondent “is one of many who think Lindbergh is an awfully nice kid” and that’s the devil of it, because this awfully nice, dumb kid, who is beloved by millions of flappers, matrons and old maids, is the best possible tool in the arsenal of the militarists to prepare the can- non fodder of this country for the next war, for which every nation in |the world is now feverishly prepar- ing. | * s [YRBEREE is being trotted around |“ the country by the Guggenheims, to boost aviation, so that in case the Guggenheim copper mines in Brazil are threatened by an enemy the Uni- ted States government will have plenty of airplanes to drop bombs on those who would slash the Guggen- heim wallet.’ There is a nickel under every heel in the capitalist world and it is regretable that our fellow citi- zens, male as well as female do not see the mailed fist of American im- perialism behind the pink face of Lindbergh and behind his great fly- ing feat. Lindbergh is being used here in the same way that the British im- perialists use the beer-drinking, happy-go-lucky prince of W: an imperialist drummer. aad J. O'FLAHERTY are put to me because of my comment / on the utilization of the airman by: