The Daily Worker Newspaper, January 15, 1929, Page 6

ai the dispute with Paraguay, Kaufman “brought. assistance Page Six Baily Central Organ of the Workers (Communist) Party SUBSCRIPTION RATES By Mail (in New York only): 38.00 a year $4.50 six months $2.50 three months il (outside Yew York): year x months $2.00 thre By Ma 36.00 a nd mail Editor Wort . Ass. Editor The Soviet Union Is Threatened With Imperialist War With a single disarmament motion, the proposal of the Soviet government that Poland join the U. S. S. R. for the purpose of outlawing war between the two governments, the Peoples Commissariat for Foreign Affairs has again stripped the mask of imperialist pretense from the secret war prepar- ationg of the Pilsudski fascist regime acting under orders from Paris and London, and laid bare—a plot of the powers against the Soviet Union. Forty-eight hours after the Polish official press had betrayed its dismay in cc!umns of attempts to evade the Soviet proposal, the Lietuva, official organ of the Lithuanian government, which had also been sounded with a view to outlawing war, stated that it had access to documents “which hardly permit doubts of the aggressive plans of Poland.” Referring to the “modifications” with which the Pilsudski government characteristically met the frank pro- posal of the Soviet government, the Lietuva declares that the consternation at Warsaw has its roots in the determination of the Polish government to sever the Soviet Ukraine from the Soviet Union within a short time. And it had been their plan to begin operations in a few months, believing that, if | ever, this spring would be a favorable moment for falling upon the Workers and Peasants Republic. But the consternation, caused by the Soviet proposal, is by no means restricted to the official circles of the Polish capital, nor was the plot, laid bare by the Soviet government, hatched exclusively in Warsaw or left for the Polish govern- ment unaided to perpetrate. The huge arms shipments, which arrived at Dantzig last week, the undisguised mobilizing of white guardists and their Polish fascist allies within quick striking distance of the Soviet Ukrainian frontier, point conclusively to a matured plot | to invade the Union of Socialist Soviet Republics on the first | occasion that offers. The Soviet disarmament proposal has had the effect of lifting up the mask of imperialist peace pretensions and revealing the snake’s head of imperialism waiting its op- portunity to strike. But the consternation is all on the imperialist side of the Soviet frontier. The Soviet government has long kept a watchful eye on the thoroughness with which British and French imperialism has been arming the buffer states, Ru- mania, Poland and Czecho-Slovakia for a swift campaign against the U. S. S. R. The Soviet government is faced with an imminent at- tack from the whole imperialist world marshalled against the workers state. But the Soviet Union is strong in the un- wavering support of the international working class. The workers and peasants who are waiting their liberation from the yoke of imperialism must not be caught unawares. In- ternational capitalism prepares secretly, thoroughly, savagely for its revenge against the Soviet Union. With the same | thoroughness, but with a far grimmer determination, the international working class must organize against imperialist war, must prepare, while there is still time, against the onslaught upon their liberated comrades in the U.S. S. R. In a relatively short time spring will unlock the natural defenses of the Soviet Union to the imperialist invader. At the moment when the peasants of the Ukrainian Soviet Republic are putting the seed in the soil, on which depends next autumn’s harvest, the roads to Kiev and Kark- hov will be opened to the invaders by the melting snows. The road to Moscow will also be open. The fate of the first workers and peasants republic lies in the hands of the workers and peasants of the world, and in the hands of the Red Army which is the army of the inter- national cause of the working class, The Red Army must | be supported to the extreme of their means and capacity by the workers of the world. Since it is declared that under the Monroe Doctrine Latin America is in the area of “defense of the United States” it is not surprising that a resolution in congress asks that a citizen of Panama be trained in the military academy of West Point. ‘ *. * J ‘A cat may look at a king, but an unemployed worker of * Great Britain got arrested for throwing a stone at the house of Premier Baldwin. Of course he got a job—but in jail. From Bolivia we hear that U. S. Minister Kaufman got a grand send-off when he left for the United States. Bolivia’s president, Siles, paid a flowery tribute to the effect that in with his counsel.” That this “counsel” was given in behalf VIAN “D The first instalment of this story of future war described the | coming of the enemy airplanes 10,000 feet above the city and the bombardment of the city with tor- pedoes which contained deadly lethal gas. in the second instlment, pub- lished in the Anniversary Edition of the Daily Worker, the alarm “Gas” is given in the city. It describes how in the rich sections the people could escape to air- tight chambers thru which the gas could not penetrate. In the prole- tarian districts, however, the odor- less and invisible gas took most of its victims, for here the land- lords did not think it important to build safety chambers or they built inefective ones. In many in- stances workers droped dead be- fore they could make their way to the scattered chambers, while in other cases they met a grue- some and slow death in chambers thru which the deadly gas fillered slowly. The story goes on to describe in gruesome details the havoc played among the workers and contrasts this with the pleasures of the rich in the safety chambers’ * By MOISSAYE OLGIN. (Concluded) UCH havoe was wrought by the attack among the labor organ- izations. During the war the gov- ernment ordered all labor unions and other organizations of a mass character disbanded. Meetings could be held only under the chairmanship of an army officer, with the proviso that every speaker be photographed beforehand and a radio! record be made of his speech, later to be studied by a commission of military officials and secret service men. Thus it became necessary for the workers’ organizations to hold their meetings under cover. Ordinarily they were held in out of the way places, in remote sections of the suburbs, in workers’ private dwel- lings, often in the woods outside the city where military vigilance was less severe, When the gas attack occurred, numerous working class organiza- tions were holding their sessions under cover of night. Only a small number of those gathered escaped death. As a rule, the gas found the workers engaged in transacting their * * speaker in a standing position, his hands clutching the edge of the table; the secretary, pencil in hand, leaning over papers covered with cipher; the assembled workers, men with hard-featured faces and scrawny hands, women and young girls in khaki—the official uniform of ammunition workers—everyone in the corner where the gas had reached him. On the surface would seem as if the gathering had halted for a second in its deliberations, listening to something it could not comprehend. Afterwards, when the dead were removed, documents with names and addresses were found in many places. Where the papers got into the hands of the workers’ squad that removed the bodies, they as a rule were shown to no one. It hap- pened, however, that civil and mili- tary authorities came into possession of some such papers, This resulted in great injury to workers’ organ- izations, aside from the great losses sustained by the death of so many functionaries. So much so that the of Standard Oil did not enter into the lachrymose parting of these two of its servants. i d at DAILY WORKER, NEW RM GAS! business and so they remained: the Central Committee of the Commun- ist Party found it necessary to warn OCRACY” REACHE « |the workers against bringing to! meetings such documents as are not| heaps of fabrics; they roll, swell up, | peared. YORK, TUESDAY, J S ITS GOAL. ARY 15, 1 929 Copyright, 1929, by Interna- tional Publishers Co., Inc. All rights reserved. Republication for- bidden except by permission, | | . * © | By WILLIAM D. HAYWOOD | | SYNOPSIS Haywood, in previous chapters, told of his boyhood among the Mor- mons; frontier shooting affrays at | Ophir, Utah, a mining camp; a mine | | worker at nine years of age; his | first school; his first strike as an By Fred Eis |BTLL HAYWOOD’S BOOK “I bet he’ll pitch some,” remarked John White. “Oh, I don’t know,” said Tom, “I think he’ll be as easy as a rockin’ chair.” After breakfast six or eight cow- boys went out to the corral. It was a bright, sparkling morning, the air was clean with a light frost. John White had a lasso on his arm and moved toward the horses, saying, “They’re full of ginger this morn- ing, Tom,” as he threw his rope around the neck of a rangy colt, and AN EPISODE OF THE FUTURE WAR on cylinders—uncouth, . dishevelled | Time stops. Time has disap- Nobody knows that day- written in code, (The consequences | become heavier, thicker, more dis-|break is near. for the workers’ organizations | proved less severe than was ex-| jpected, for employes, party mem- bers, eliminated from the govern- | mental offices most of the incrimin- ating papers before any action was taken.) ~_ * © es the factories and plants the | number of the dead was enor- |mous. The factories were working | \day and night for the war. There | | was a hum of machinery and noise | of work in the shops; the workers | were scattered in courtyards, ware- houses, on the upper stories of tall towers, in coal cellars, in repair shops. Only in a small number of the factories were the workers| gathered several hundred strong in jone building. It was not easy to} \eall the workers from all these| | places into one or two safety dug- | outs. In view of this greater danger, | and in order to save lives that were indispensible for the war industries, | jevery worker was provided with a |gas mask which he was supposed | to don upon hearing the signal, The masks, however, were of an old make manufactured in 1938; the new, “model 1940,” masks were worn at the front only. This is why the; following took place i | shops: | Not everywhere could the signal | be heard; according to the rules,/lack of supervision. The explosions | | shrill bells were to begin shreiking|and the ensuing fires caused the|creeps up the stairs. She rolls | ‘in every section of a factory. For| destruction of a number of chambers |down, lifts herself, remains lying; | consideration of economy, however, | bells were installed only in the main buildings of an enterprise. In the outlying sections, the workers often could not hear the signal for the| noise of the machines. And so it} happened that a large part perished because they had not heard the warning. The others sought safety in their masks and, thus protected, hurried to the safety chambers for greater security. Only one out-of three reached safety. The masks the new gases.. Men and women were not even aware of falling. | There was a trail of dead bodies in masks between every main building and the safety chambers. Some fell ber. All bodies lay with arms for- ward pointing to the chambers. It looked as if strange creatures with inflated spheres instead of heads had tried to outrun each other, had tried to get hold of each other and fallen in the attempt. HE factories were full of motion- less figures. In comparison with them, the machinery that had re- mained in motiony looked alive and animated. It appeared as if the ma- chines had acquired a will of their own and were following, in the dead of night, the play of their fancy. A dead stoker is seated in front of a huge boiler. The man had not managed to shut the door of the furnace. A sheaf of sparks had issued from the furnace, sprin- kling with gold a mountain of coal nearby. The coal is burning. The stoker’s face is blue, but in the red fire it looks like highly polished copper. It looks as if he were laughing wildly. In the weaving rooms women and young girls even forgot to fix the were unable to protect them against |’ arrayed, they receive new and ever new clusters of fabrics; they fill} the rooms, get caught in other sim- | ilar rolls, ensnare working women | who only recently ruled them, but | now are turning around and around to the insolent play of mechanisms | become alive. In the dyeing department streaks of dye are issuing from broken vats; red and green and blue and yellow flow together, pour their liquid un-/ der the working women on the floor, color their khaki uniforms in a mot- ley of hues, bleach their hair, lift them and carry them to the basin at the lower end of the hall. In the machine department the central wheel has begun turning faster. The colossal room is filled with a shrieking whistle. A -vibra- tion rings thruout the entire build- ing. A cutting wind slaps the blue faces of the mechanics who sit look-| ing with dead eyes. The wheel moans, groans, wails, shrieks ever sharper, ever thinner; its note is ever higher, the waile it is drawn out into the infinite. The building has torn itself loose from its foun- dation and is rushing, rushing, rush- ing into space. Explosions are heard. never definitely established whether It was in factories and/ the enemy had blown_up a few out- | 5 | standing ammunition factories or| whether they exploded because of where the workers, had believed themselves to be safe. _ * safety chambers of apartment houses and hotels, the crowd in the meantime had recovered from its first shock. They live! ‘They are safe! The lights are bright. The floors glisten like polished ivory. Why not try and intensify this feel- ing of life? A sly wink and servants carrying large-bellied, squat square bottles appear from nowhere. Corks pop. Amber and ruby liquids sparkle. Eyes smile. “Here’s for life! Here’s for life!” Like wax in the sun, the close to the entrance into the cham-| ball of horror softens even in the hearts of elderly men. ‘ Youth lives at the moment. What a pity, there is no radio music! Still, somebody had provided for just such emergencies an old victrola with records. Old- fashioned is the music, sounds like a@ voice from past centuries. But this makes the unusual more quaint. “Have a dance?” “Sure.” Couple after couple glide to the tune; the tension is lessened; the pleasure-desire bursts forth. Scores of couples are already turning about and about in the softly alluring whimsically sophisticated music. Lip meets lip; arms clutch breasts. Hearts beat with novel violence. No longer any shame. . No longer any restraint. Nothing more to think of. “Have a dance?” “Have a kiss?” “Have the thrill of your life?” Wine dances from sparkling glasses into red mouths. Red is the fire gleaming in enflamed eyes. Body no longer can stand the burden of clothes, Song. becomes a scream; dance becomes a hunt. Somebody with a white shock of hair over a severed threads. Women and young girls are seated on the window-sills or are lying on the floors. Some of them have become entangled in the belts and wheels. The belts run; ruddy face stands in a corner on a table, waves a bunch of flowers to the rhythm of the music, recites an old poem memorized in early youth, IN the center of the city, in the} * * * ITH the first gray of dawn, a} woman crawls out of a cellar at the end of the city. Her hair is white although she is not old. ;She has eyes that have stopped in their orbits, and her open mouth seems to search something in the cold air. They did not want to let her leave the cellar, but she insisted on going. She goes. |turns. Her feet are soft. Her in- | sides feel like stone. The woman bends to the ground, crawls on all fours. She does not look at the | ground. Her open mouth is thrust into the distance. Her body drags itself forward. She encounters something. It is a soldier with his face to the sky. She does not no- tice him, She crawls on. Her hand | gets caught in a stone. Her hand is cut, but she feels no pain. Her insides seem to grow heavier. The) woman lifts her white head. A gray- ness is sifting from the sky. She |sees a house by the end of the street. |She wants to get up, but her feet do not hold her. She puts her white | |head to the asphalt. The asphalt is cool and moist. Her hand lands on something soft. It is a kitten. A black, small kitten, with an opened nout and bristling gray mustaches. The woman clutches the dead kitten \by its neck and crawls on. She approaches her house. She jthen she crawls on, She has en- tered the corridor. She stretches | herself on the piece of carpet in jfront of the stairs. She is all loos- ened; all her body is a doughy mass, |flattened on the carpet. A head turns over this mass; it turns, it swims. So the woman lies for years and years. Silence. Nothing is there. Nothing has been. The woman gets up and crawls on. She holds the kitten by the neck in her vight hand, from which drops fall |on the dusty stairs. She crawls up to the fourth floor. She opens the door. A man is seated at the table. She gets up, goes to him, puts her hand on his back. She says: “Well, time to get up, you'll be late to the shop.” She has no voice, but she hears her own words. She says: “Time for the children, too, to get vp. Must go to school.” She goes into another room. She puts her hand on a straw-colored lit- tle head, She says: “Well, fatty, you’ve had enough sleep. One, two, three, up!” She takes the child’s hand off the neck of another child. She says: “Oh, you lazy bones.” She takes him out of the little bed. It is a boy of seven, with fiaxen hair and puffy cheeks, now blueish green. She carries him to the adjoining room, puts him on a bench. She says: “Wait, we'll all be ready for breakfast in a minute.” She goes into the other room. She lifts the blanket off a girl of ten. |indentured child slave; a messenger Sat back on the rope. Two of the | boy; horror of a Negro lynching; | boys ran up to help him, and Minor odd jobs; secrets of the powerful; started toward the horse, his hands \off to a Nevada mine at 15; two | slipping along the taut lasso, sides to “Indian fighting”; acquir-| “Whoa, Rockin’-chair,” he purred, ing knowledge of classic literature; | yeaching out his hand to the colt the Knights of Labor; the Great| which was used neither to its new Strike of 1886; Haywood marries;| name nor to the smell of human be- romance of a cowboy’s life de-'ings, The horse reared and struck |romanced; the dust and dirt of the | out with both fore feet. After re- “round-up.” Now go on reading.—| neated efforts and much stroking, e peeLOR halter was finally slipped over his oat J * head, and a leather blindfold was Meanwhile the chuck wagon had | pulled down over its eyes. The lassc moved on to the next camping|was taken off and the colt stooc ground. If the horses had.not had | quivering in every nerve. Tom kept a hard day’s work au }murmuring, “Whoa, Rockin’-chair.’ we would start | With sidewise and forward motions |they got the horse near the fenc: for our supper at i jand tied him to a post. Tom tossec a long, swinging lope, singing \a blanket on him, but he kicked |ribald songs at snorted and bucked until he got i the top of our off. This was repeated until th: voices. Unsad- colt came to the conclusion that h dling the horses |was not being hurt. He was led ou te the open field, where, with mucl careful persuasion, he was hacka mored and saddled. Minor, fasten night, we washed ing on his big roweled spurs, with up and were ready with ravenous quirt on his right wrist and reins i) appetites for grub, The day’s work | the left hand, which was on the hor) be done. The soundiah took art ie rea uipeed us get ee eral weeks; we went up one side of|in the stir: and was on, the valley and down the other side. | reached over and pulled up th Another round-up took place every | blindfold, hit the colt on the shoulde fall, when beef steers were gathered | with his quirt, and Rockin’-chair be \for ae ee It was carried on ane ee a four poe in much the same way though we |his head down between his forelegs used to take more care not to drive|His back bulged up like a camel’ the animals fast because of the hump, while Minor was gouging hir weight that would be lost from|with his spurs and whipping hir marketable steers, | with ae Lone ae ee ot 4 \“Lovely Jesus! but can’t he buck When beef was needed for the | ome Rockin’.chair!” jcamp, a young heifer or steer was | killed. The cowboys as a rule used! The horse twisted, corkscrewec be Perens a heat and aes pare jeavorted and did svergiting - hors 0! e animal, is was done by |could do except roll. When he wa heating rocks which were put into a| completely exhausted Tom rode hir {noe ie had been Prepared, She |back to the corral and got dow: |head and pieces of meat ‘ing |Then one of the boys took Rockin wrapped in pieces of wet canvas, put |chair and unsaddled him, |on top of the hot rocks and covered |said to the group who had come t with dirt. In the morning we would | shake hands with him, “He's a toug dig it out, remove the canvas and We'll save him for th were vm. D. Haywood Minot the hide, and with a little pepper and salt the main part of our breakfast was ready. Wild horses are more fleet-footed than cattle and more difficult to handle. After the round-up harness and saddle were kept in field or corral until the slack season of fall and winter, when they were broken to work or ride. boy’s life. There was much excite- ment in riding wild horses as well as in handling them, not only for the rider but for the onlookers. Some horses were extremely vicious, biting, striking and kicking fiercely, to say nothing of their bucking pro- pensities. “I’m going to ride that roan colt today,” said Tom Minor, my brother- in-law, as we were rolling out of bed in the bunk-house of Hoppin’s ranch, of | Her head jhorses, those that were wanted for! This was) the most exhilarating part of a cow-| gazabo. \round-up.” | The cowboys and miners of th West led dreary and lonesome live They had drifted westward fro) points of civilization, losing conta: with social life. Young and vigo ous, they were bursting with e |thusiasm which occasionally brol jout in wild drinking sprees ar |shooting scrapes. They were d |prived of the friendship of wome Jas the country was not yet settle jand when they visited the sma |towns on the railroad they gave ve) |to their exuberant feelings. | * * * In the next instalment Haywo writes of his life at Fort McDermit la baby girl and what happened wh: lit came; Old Jim Horsehead; ti |myth of Indian cruelty; surveyo | government land; Haywood a far | laborer ; trying a whirl at a gam {ling joint, the child stand up, leads her to the next room, puts her next to her brother on the bench. She puts the kitten with the open snout next to them, She says: “Kids, let’s say good morning to Ready!” * *“ * three. A PALE day is creeping in through the windows. The man sits bent over the table. The children’s eyes are closed in their blue-green faces; their hands are lying in their laps, where the woman put them. The bare feet loow yellow and bloated. The woman passes her hand through her white hair. Red stains remain in the hair. She puts her- self on the bench where her man is seated. She leans with her back to his. She puts her head cn his shoulder. She says—and no words are heard: “It’s good to be with your owr. I am so glad. You must have thought something had happened to your Ann. What could have hap- pened, you foolish man?. You didn’t have to worry at all. It’s all well now. It’s all well. No worry any more. Our children are well and strong. All’s well.” The woman shuts her eyes. The clear light of day is pouring in through the window. The woman stretches her arm and touches the dead kitten. Soon she becomes mo- tionless. Her head has moved for the last time; her head swims on to a distant corner. She says for the last time, without words: “All's well.” The woman is at peace.: * _ * wr the coming of day the rescue battalions started their work. The size of the damage had to be ascertained first of all. A commis- sion of doctors and technicians, un- der the supervision of military com- The child’s feet stick out from un- manders, made an inspection tour day, and let's all wash, One, two, | der her nightshirt like two waxen|of the city. columns. Her head is buried in the |lowing: pillow. The woman puts her head} 1. The percentage of the victims on the edge of the bed; she becomes |varied, according to the district, flattened on the bed; she becomes |ftrom 15 to 61 per cent of the total nothing. Only a head is rolling | population, hither and thither. The head rolls} 2. The number of victims dimin- and swings, stops and swings on.|ished with the distance from the The wynan says voicelessly: street level, In buildings rising “Mary, you litile sleepy-head, get/above 500 feet there were no vic- up.” tims in the upper stories. She drags the child out of bed;} 3. The gas was most deadly dur- They learned the fol- the wheels turn. The fabrics roll a poem of a feast during the plague.‘ they fall to the ground. She makes ing the first hour. Later it began to dissipate. However, three hou after the attack the effect of t) gas-laden air was still injurious health, 4. The gas injured all organ matter that it touched. Not a sing live plant or flower remained in t hot-houses. Bread, meat and veg |tables were destroyed. Wood a |minerals remained undamaged. 5. The gas was of a compositi’ not yet known to science. * * T 10 a. m. the work of taking o the dead bodies for burial coi menced. Both soldiers and the fe tory proletariat were mobilized f this purpose. A decree was issu suspending work in the ammuniti factories for three days. Mest the factories were unable to cc tinue operations, anyway. in con: quence of damaged machines a the death of so many workers, At noon a proclamation “To : Workers and Soldiers,” issued the Central Committee of the Co munist Party, was being distribui in the city. The proclamaticn | gan with the following words: “T greatest revolution against the ce italist class would not have cost, hundredth part of the number victims that have perished duri the last night.” The proclamat ended with the following appe “Seize ammunitions, arms, batt ies, radio stations, battleships. form the workers of the enemy ca” of your deeds. Request them to likewise. Put an end to the wa London Teachers Wil Demand Higher Was: LONDON, (By Mail).—Adequ salaries, better schools for children of the workers, and v versal education were demar voiced by the Teachers’ Labor L gue in a convention recently cluded at South Battersea. Criticising the Labor Party its refusal to adopt a progres: educational policy, spokesmen the League appealed to the mem! ship to support in the next Gen Election only labor* q 2 accepted the resolutions accepted the convention.