The Daily Worker Newspaper, November 24, 1927, Page 6

a , Selves and t Page Six THF DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1927 THE DAILY WORKER Published by. the DAILY WORKER PU BLISHING co. Daily, Except Sunday Ni ¥. le Address 83 First Street, New York, Phone, Orchard 1680 “Daiwork” SUBSCRIPTION RATES : i Mail (outside of New oYrk): 6,00 per year 50 six mon’ 00 three months. hree month: a out checka to THE DAILY ¥ st Street, New York, N. Ys 21 Editor. ROBERT MINOR Assistant Bdthor. .WM. F. DUNNE Entered as second-class ma : at New York, N. ¥y under the act of March a 1878, Trying to Conceal the Iron Fist in the Philippines ficult tasks facing American imperialism in the | is that of finding native elements who will aid the | general in holding the population in subjection. For some ti a system has been in vogue whereby the war depart- ment, which exercises direct control over the islands, has left to the Philippine legislature the provision of funds for the em- ployment of native civillan aldes for the governof ee governor Gite of the SH that they were pai iry. The result was that a bill was in- to thé United States congress providing that the ected by the United States bureau of internal revenue ne tobacco products, which at present goes to the , should be turned over directly to the gov- ernor ge! ral so that he can pay his own aides and compel them to enforce the despotic imperialist mandates of the Wall Street government at Washington. over from troduced 4 jamental principle of imperialist policy is involved in | the Philip 1e problem of aides for the governor general. It is nece the illusion that the natives govern them- the governor general is merely a benevolent over- aiting for the day seer, patiently his last speech pins to perpetual servitude. Thus far those native aides who were paid by the legisla- | ture from the proceeds of revenue on the tobacco shipped out of | the nds hav pr on of the st movemer sult that American soldiers and officers were assigned to such | work. The New York Times, speaking in favor of the new bill to| remove the native aides from the influence of the legislature, de- | clares that the presence in the Islands of the American officers acting as ai is ‘militaristic.’” The idea seems to be to conceal the iron fist of imperialism by the use of native mercenaries and to force the Filipinos to pay the bill. This system has been used for decades by British imperialism in trying to make its rule supreme in its colonies but such tactics are insufficient to overcome the deep- going colonial revolts that impose upan Britain the necessity of ever larger forces in the colonies, and the same experience will be repeated in the Philippines, where the overwhelming majority of the population is opposed to the rule of the imperialist brigands who for more than a quarter of a century have ravaged the coun- try and enslaved the masses of workers and peasants. The Filipinos have shown a continuity of resistance to Ameri- | can imperialism that is admirable and are only awaiting the fay- orable opportunity to drive its agents from the Islands. heir attempts at liberation have the unstinted support of all class conscious elements of the working class of the United States | | and it is our duty in this country to fight against and relentlessly expose the servants of Wall Street in congress responsible for the introduction of such vicious legislation as that directed against the Philippine legislature in the bill that will come before the coming session of congress that is only two weeks away. ‘ Americanism---What Is It? nged from the floor by a delegate to the Chicago Fed- when the natives are capable | of self-government, to use the euphemism Cal Coolidge used in| efore congress wherein he condemned the Philip- ~ Money Writes used to engage in espionage against and sup- in the islands, with the re- | des “has lent color to the charge that the government | ‘BLOOD | | et | ws “The men of the Columbine mine who fired on us are hired assassins of John D. Rockefeller Jr.“’—David Sheehan, member of a committee of miners. i XXVIII. Bacchus’ Train (Continued from Last Issue.) |S alcohol ever to be credited with the flights of genius? I asked this | question of George Sterling, saying that I wanted to quote him as an |autbority. He answered, instantly, |“Never! Absolutely never! You write |things that you think are marvelous, |but next morning when you read them over, you discover they are non- sense.” | The opposite belief was held by a |near-genius whose memory has been piously embalmed by his wife, in a | beautiful book called “The Road to |the Temple.” I hope I shall not pain ‘her too much if I say that the ex- jcellence of the book seems to me far |more the product of Susan Glaspell han of George Cram Cook. Susan is |in her own right a dramatist of pow- jer; while “Jig,” as his friends called | him, was a poet only to his devoted | wife. of his free verse, and it seems to me an easy kind of poetry to write. Many years ago Jig Cook wrote a “The Chasm,” and it made me E because it was an out-and-out {Socialist novel, and I pray day and ; |night for American Socialist novels. -four years I have had only : -the other one being; So I had every ! pre. suis in favor of Comrade Cook, } and also of his wife, who has given me She gives us pages upon pages | America. Let Susan tell you about it in her own way: “All his life this man had a habit jof occasionally getting drink and seeing truth from a new place. He was far from ashamed of this. He valued it in himself. He saw then, saw what was pretending, in himself, in others. It would begin in good times with friends—self-conscious- ness and timidities going down in the warmth of sympathetic drinking. There was a sublimated playfulness, ideas became a great game, and in play with them something that had not been before came into being.” And then again, she quotes her husbarid: “You see, they drank only with their bellies, But true drinking is an affair of the head and heart. There must be a second, finer ferment in the mind—a brewing and refining of raw wit and wisdom.’ Long after- wards, on Parnassos, he had what I venture to call a somewhat godlike relation of wine and vision. Drink- ing was one of the things in which dig succeeded, in which he realized himself as human being and artist. | Yet he saw the black thing it may | become.” wife saw it only dimly. He was full of dreams of classic glory, and yearn- ‘ed to Greece, as a child seeking the pot of gold at the foot of the rain- how. His wife followed him dutifully; ;and they saw Parnassos, the hope of ;his life, and then “suddenly, very | tired by the deep excitements, ‘Well, Yes, he saw it; but apparently his | By Upton Sinclair lent encounter with life, one has a rarefied sense of being something nearer pure spirit. They are isolated days, no use trying to go on with things. Perhaps not so isolated as suspended. A woman who has never lived with a man who sometimes ‘drinks to excess’ has missed one of the satisfactions that is like a gift— taking care of the man she loves when he has this sweetness as of a newborn soul.” I will make my comment on this as brief as possible; I cannot recall ever having read a greater piece of nonsense from the pen of a modern emancipated woman. The plain truth, which stares at us between every line of the closing narrative, is that poor Jig Cook, a poet who pinned his faith to Bacchus instead of to Minerva, was at the age of fifty a pitiful white-haired sot, dead to the Social- ist movement, dead to the whole mod- ern world, wandering about lost among dirty and degraded peasants. He died of an infection utterly mys- terious to his wife—who apparently knows nothing of the effects of alco- hol in destroying the cells of the liver and breaking down the natural immunity of the body. Why write these cruel words? The | poor fellow paid for his blunders, and he is gone. But I look about me, and how many of our young men of gen- ius I see dancing in this stayr train! I have named the ones who are dead —0O. Henry and Stephen Crane and Ambrose Bierce and Jack London and George Sterling; but what shall I say about the ones who are on the way able to pull him through. I meet an cld-time journalist who has an ab- sorbingly interesting story of real life, and I say, “You ought to get So-and-so to,help you make that into a best-seller. So-and-so is one of our most brilliant young novelists; and the answer of the journalist is, “No, thank you! He is doing his writing on booze. He gets drunk in public and makes violent rows, and I’m too good a quarreler myself.” In conver- sation with ariother friend J refer to one of the most eminent of our re- spectable poets. “That old gentleman who soaks himself in gin,” remarks my friend—“how does he ever find time to write?” Shall I go on? George Sterling wrote me that he had had a visit from one of our most brilliant satiric poets: and I asked, “How did you find him?” The answer was, “If he was inter- ested in anything but booze and wom- en, I couldn’t discover it.” I learn that a relative of mine knows a bright young novelist of the fashion- able set, and I ask, “What sort of a person is he?” The answer comes, “He and his wife are both drink- ing themselves to death.” I receive an abusive letter from a successful novelist, who has risen from the workers, and whom I once helped; now he is furious with me because, forsooth, I have dared to give help to a rival young writer. I ask a mutual friend what that can mean, and the answer is, “Oh, he’s boozing, that’s all.” All my life I have lived in the presehce of fine and beautiful men going to their death because of alco- Rays | iy peeks is Thanksgiving Day and the president of the United States, the governor of New York and we sup- pose every mayor and official dog- catcher from the rock-bound coast of Maine to the sandy shores of Cali- fornia will have issued a statement urging the people of this country to thank the capitalist god for the fa- vors he has bestowed on them during | the past year. { | | * * * ‘OOLIDGE tells us that we are pros- perous, but warns us not to spend | our money on'luxuries. I suppose he means that we should get our old shoes tapped, our hats cleaned and blocked and the rents in our gar- {ments repaired. He would not sug- | gest that we, refrain from spending {a million dollars on one of our pro- letarian weddings or pay half a million for a European duke for a |workingclass daughter. That would | be lese majeste. * * * fi ae message should be received with joy by the striking and but- chered miners of Colorado and the starving strikers in the bituminous fields. As the capitalists devour their Thanksgiving turkeys today and guz- will stroke their bellies and feel that all is well with the world. . Indeed, jit is well as far as they are con- cerned. * * * UT in Colorado the moans of the widows who have lost their hus- |bands and the cries of the children | who have lost their fathers, because jof the greed of the sanctimonious Rockefellers and the other assassins of the workingclass will rise above the din of carousal and the prayers of thankfulness that come from the palatial homes of the exploiters of labor. Yet, we know the day will }come when the wail of anguish that now issues from the homes of the op- pressed proletariat, with the’ sadness of a wintry wind whistling thru the chinks in a cabin door, will be turned into a song of victory, when the American workers will be able to cele- brate their day of deliverance from capitalism—when they will have as a day of thanksgiving a Seventh of November, even as their brothers and sisters in the Soviet Union. * * * jae quaint and wise philosopher at $100,000 a year, Arthur Brisbane, tells us that everybody should be thankful for having been born. “Now he is on earth and, for a few years at least, able to study this beautiful planet, inherit its wis- dom and contemplate the outside uni- verse.” And in the next paragraph he observes that: “Mrs. Ruth Snyder and her friend, Henry Judd Gray, murdered Mr. Snyder who was in the way. The highest court says they must go to the electric chair in ac- cordance with the jury’s verdict.” No doubt those two unfortunates will read Mr. Brisbane’s thanksgiving comment with interest and agree that they have not lived in vain, oF all the big-hearted money spend- ers we ever heard of, Mr. Elias Plutareo Calles takes the manicured cactus. Why, this must be the man who put the ‘plu” in plute. We have William Randolph Hearst’s word for it, and like George Washington, Hearst never told a lie. Hearst is running a series of articles in his papers designed to prove that Calles has been usurping the functions of the Communist International and organ- * * * zle their imported champagne, they / an almost Socialist drama, “In- leome on, let?s go some place and get | : hol. I call it the greatest trap that heritors.” When I read that Jig had!a drink’.” They went to many places | life has set for the feet of genius; . : “ f < izing revolutions, right, left an eration of Labor, to say whether Communists would be permitted |to death? < ae and centre, to speak over “WCFL,” the radio station maintained by the cen- tral labor body, John Fitzpatrick, president of the body answered: “The radio station is open to Communists just as it is open to everyone. If Communists have something to say that furthers the labor movement and Americanism they can say it over WCFL.” (Our emphasis.) Now, What is most typical of industrial America today? Is it not the shooting down of striking miners in the coal fields of Colorado? Is it not the starving of thousands of miners and their de- | pendents in the bituminous fields? Is it not the strangulation of trade union activity by in- junction? Is it not the lynching, burning and tarring and feathering of Negroes? Is it not company unionism which strikes at the heart of the trade union movement, the first line of defense of the work- ingclass? . Is it not the persecution of foreign born workers for their ac- tivities in the class struggle? i é . sional murder, business was quite | Morocco never heard of “Daddy” Is it not the rape of Nicaragua, thaconsistent plotting against slack. Something had to be done | By G. MacDONALD. an official inspection in Germany | Browning. sat reported that at the neighboring republic of Mexico, the subjugation of the Filip- abolt it. Something was done. after the armistice, tell the tale as | ei cae Pete sta ewse ice he wrote it up in the “Journal of | w, i inos and the blasting of Chinese cities and the murder of Chinese ‘gentleman by the name of Capone, | the Chemical Foundation and for-| Industrial aoe Bogliseian, Chemis- TPES Cel eee mcr people by the guns of American warships? “Scarface Al’ as he is better known} mer alien property custodian was in-|iry” in 1919, After the Allied forces . i 3 | This is | aie to Chicago citizens, had his death terviewed yesterday about the for-! entered the Rhineland “the managers Chis is not all, but it is enodgh. And this is the Americanism for which Fitzpatrick stands, no matter how cautiously he walks the political tight rope. On this kind of Americanism the Communists have declared | relentless war, in which they will neither give nor take quarter. | Because it is opposed to the interests of the working masses, is a | dagger at their hearts and a rope around their necks. And because the Communists will not further the treacher- ous policy of class-collaboration and all that it implies, according to the Fitzpatrick gospel, there is little likelihood that they will be permitted to speak from the WCFL microphone despite the sophistry of Fitzpatrick, except thru the pressure of the organized masses of Chicago workers. what does Mr. Fitzpatrick mean by Americanism? gone to Greece to become a shepherd, |and had many drinks, T set it down as a war-casualty; but | writes as follows: now I read between the lines of his! “Next day was one of those times widow’s pious tribute, and realize that |of a particular beauty in our house- Jig had cast in his poetical fortunes | hold. ‘Hang-over days’ we called} with Bacchus, and prohibition had |themy and they have a subtle, fragile, made these rites too %xpensive Tn leenakie qual Satisfied by a vio- and Susan I meet an intimate friend of one of our most brilliant young drama- tists. “How is he?” I ask, full of | friendly hopes; and the answer is ‘that he goes off on drinking bouts that last two er three weeks, and his friends never know if they will be and I record my opinion, that the pro- hibition amendment is the greatest step in progress taken by America since the freeing of the slaves. That ebiter dictum is dedicated to my friend Mencken, “to make him yell.” (To. Be Continued.) Chicago Police Open War On Citizens (By Our Chicago War Correspondent) | Succeed in seizing the police depart- | CHICAGO, November 23. ~~ In- | ment, and use it against him, the jcensed because a gangster started to | gambler Mahatma sent one of his men shoot up the central police station, into the central station with instruc- | | William O'Connor, Chicago’s chief of tions to shoot anybody with the smell | police ordered his men on the streets /of garlic on his breath. The chief | with instructions to bring home the had eaten breakfast | in a Greek res-|- corpse of everything that looked like | ja gangster. Since the mayor's bloodless war! against the King of Great Britain and! Ireland and the realms beyond the | seas started, the police have been} |twiddling their thumbs and so have the undertakers. Outside of an occa- | | “Bill” the Lion Tamer Police headquarters learned that a warrant signed and sealed and his competitors in the gambling business | were waiting an opportunity to deliver | it, | “Al” was supposed to go to court | to answer to some trifling murder | charge and his fges were planning to | [meet him there—so the police were | “advised. Now, “Al” is very popular with the police department, since he delivers Cicero regularly to the Crow-Barnett- Thompson machine on election day and the police were instructed to see that no machine guns were allowed into the court room. Fearing that “Al’s” enemies might fi William Hale Thompson, who loves to make the British lion roar and see the Irish vote for taurant on Blue Island Avenue which specializes in wine with earthy flavor and a brand of cooking famous for the virility of its onion-odor. He was an Trishman but “Al's” agent couldn’t {tell a Hibernian from a Cicero Bo- |hemian pretzel-varnisher. He whipped out his gun and let go. Fortunately his target had a thick skin and the jonly harm done was to the bullet, Be- \fore the gangster had time to fire again he was overpowered.. | Indignant because of the affront to the dignity of the department, Chief O'Connor called his men together and instructed them to avenge the shoot- ling at a fellow-officer. A squad -under the leadership of | on to a flivver and armed with ma- chine guns, sawed-off shot guns and tear bombs rushed for the South-West side, Soon they sighted a pedestrian wearing a fur coat, a velour hat and a face that oozed prosperity. “He’s a gangster” roared Gibbons. “Ready! Aim! Fire!” The machine gun rat-at-tatted, the sawed-off shot guns blazed and the tear bombs wept. Frank Herbert fell to the sidewalk mortally wounded. Now, the police are asking ques- tions,, He may be a member of the America First Foundation, for all they }Sergeant John Gibbons loaded itself | know: | Patriotism and War 'RANCIS P. GARVAN, president of mation of the new European Chem- ical Trust. He spouted forth mouth- fuls of patriotism, and insisted that Germany was behind it all—seeking world supremacy again, and merely duping France and England. Mebbe. But England ain’t so dumb! She’s been looking for allies in the enext big war for some time, and the Ger- man factories” are expert in making poison gas! * * * ND there’s another side of the story, which helps to explain the eagerness of the German chemical magnates to combine with the Brit- ish, Let Qdlonel Momiis, of several factories agreed that the occupation of the territory was the best thing that could have happened.” | * “oN THE other side of the Rhine, labor refused to work, and de- manded unheard-of pay—everything was topsy-turvy. In fact, before the Allied armies arrived, revolutionary ideas were developing rapidly along the Rhine. One director of a well- known chemical plant is said to have escaped by night with his life by way of the river, when his employes were especially menacing. When the Brit- he returned, and is post’ © | Shanghai AS a matter of fact, Hearst’s article leads one to suspect that Elias has been financing the Communist International and the Soviet Govern- ment. §° * * * far, Calles has nourished every bit of trouble, from Nicaragua to and every trouble-maker from Sacasa of Mexico to the Kou- mintang in China. He has given more money to M. Litvinoff of the Soviet Union Foreign Office that a cripple could shake crutches at. The latest low-down on the president of Mexico is that he was responsible for the British general strike and took the lion’s share of financing it. With such a generous fellow south of the indigent American, who has the use of his limbs and his tongue to remain penniless, Lest our pleasantries might be misunderstood by one out of the 100,000 readers of The DAILY WORKER we wish to state that William Randolph Hearst is a damned liar and abettor of forgery. * * * EYENTLY the young sultan of at a loss to find the most expeditious Bertrand Russell who receives $400 per lecture intends to tell us about the latest nuptial wrinkle, known as “companionate marriage.” He should be an expert on the subject. Mrs, Russell makes her living at it. * * a 1 ‘Gene Tunney the high brow mara- thon boxer declares that cynics and satirists are useless If ‘Gene’s brain had the nimbleness of his feet he would know that the cynic and the satirist are not always synonomous persons. Our champion should stick to his running. ~ ps 1. 3. OFLAHERTY Rio Grande there is no excuse for any “ ~ —————————