The Daily Worker Newspaper, June 13, 1929, Page 6

Page Six Re ceiee Baily Sais Worker Central Organ of the Communist Party of the U. S. A. Publishing Co., Inc. New York Cit Published by the Comprodaily Sunday, at 2 1Sauate Telephone IPTION RAT. (in New York only): 0 six months $2.50 e of New York) SC By Mal 34 three months $8.00 a year $6.00 a year Address and mai! all check D0 three months Union Square, <a> Hillquit Accepts Wall Street Debt Pact. LTHOUGH he is not actually a high official of the capital- ist government of the United States, like his friends MacDonald in England, or Hilferding in Germany, neverthe- less, Morris Hillquit, speaking for the socialist party in this country, has accepted the Wall Street Dept Pact just com- pleted and agreed on by the reparations experts at Paris. The Paris debt accord, which is essentially an Anti- Soviet Alliance into which Germany is being drawn, is to receive Wall Street’s wild acclaim, Friday, upon the return to this country of Owen D. Young from his labors in Paris on behalf of Yankee great finance. Hillquit, who is being mentioned as his party’s candidate for mayor, says of the returning hero’s reception, that will be carried out under the direction of Tammany Hall’s muni- cipal regime in the city hall: “The principle of the suggestion is sound. Mr. Young has +» rendered signal service in international relations, conducive to peace and good will among the nations. I believe that persons who perform such public service should be honored by their fellow citizens.” This utterance carries with it the real meaning of tho action of the socialist party in striking the class struggle principle from its membership application. Here the socialist party of the United States takes its stand outspokenly with the traitor social-democracy in Germany and the bourgeois labor party in England in co-operating with the Versailles im- perialists in placing the war debt burden on the backs of the world’s toilers, and using the Paris debt accord as an in- strument for preparing the new war against the Union of Sovie: Republics. Norman Thomas, last year’s socialist candidate for president, takes the same viewpoint in his weekly contribu- tion to the New Leader, the socialist organ, declaring: “... the new settlement certainly represents progress toward sanity and toward peace. That it was reached at all is unquestion- ably proof not only of the skill of the negotiators, especially Mr. Owen D. Young, but also the power of international high finance which is far more realistic than national hysteria.” Thus the treasonable role of social reformism, the lap- dog of capitalism, stands forth stripped of all camouflage. Hillquit and Thomas, the socialists, help the great financiers put an attractive mask on their new war preparations, especi- ally their imperialist attack in the making against the Soviet Union. Thomas speaks of the achievements of “international high finance”, of its “realism”, as being beneficial to the working class, exalting the “skill” of Young, the associate of Morgan, Dawes, Lamont and other kaisers of Wall Street. Thus he seeks to lu.i the workers into indifference, trying to paralyze the efforts of the working class against the im- minent imperialist war, preparing labor to become hel cannon fodder in the service of the imperialist master pless class. It is clear, however, that labor will not seize at the foul bait that the socialists in common with the capitalists out for them. Labor believes in preparedness. preparedness not for but against the Morgan-Dawes-Hi hold But it is the Iquit war. Labor’s world triumph will tear to shreds the imperial- ist war debt accord hatched in Paris that tries to strengthen wage slavery’s shackles on the limbs of the working c Brookwood College Ousts Calhoun. ass. ~ +5, Like the capitalist goveriument, that professes to be “democratic” in everything that it does, even to shooting down strikers and destroying their tent colonies as at Gas- tonia, the board of directors of the Brookwood Labor College has issued a lengthy statement declaring that the procedure in the firing of Dr. Arthur W. Calhoun, who takes issue with the Muste program, was a “democratic one.” The directors, who include James H. Maurer, Miss Fannia M. Cohn, Abraham Lefkowitz, John Brophy, George Creech, Miss Mary Goff, Miss Josephine Colby, David J. Saposs, Clinton S. Golden, Helen G. Norton, and A. J. Muste himself, tries to salve seemingly disturbed consciences with the fol-. lowing: “We consider this democratic procedure to be in accord with our educational ideals and those of the labor movement.” The “educational ideals” espoused by the Muste Group that controls at Brookwood College constitute a program of surrender to the worst reaction in the American Federation of Labor. Brookwood College like the Socialist Party dresses to suit the eye of the Greens and the Wolls. Calhoun was sacrificed in behalf of this program. The Socialist Rand School in New York City carried out this ousting of revolu- tionaries some years ago and, like Brookwood now, claimed that “academic freedom” had nothing to do with it. Of course, the students at Brookwood, like those formerly at the Rand School, will exercise the freedom to leave and go where they can really learn something about the struggle of the working class for power, and the fundamental princi- ples underlying that struggle. The poisonous theories of the American Federation of Labor and the Muste Group may be imbibed in bourgeois colleges and universities. There is no necessity for setting up special dope distilleries for this pur- ‘pose. Wherever this is done, it is an effort to establish a camouflaged base for another form of attack on the Com- munist movement. The unmasking of Brookwood College, through the pro- _ gram of betrayal announced by the Muste group that con- trols it, with the ousting of Calhoun as one of its incidental features, will reveal still more to the working class that class education is to be found only in those Workers’ Schools or- ganized by and under the leadership of the Communist Party. Marxism and Leninism leave no road open for collaboration with the capitalist class. It wages relentless struggle against .the Maurers and the Mustes who belong to and render valu- able service to that class. The Central Railroad of New Jersey has just added 1,515 more workers to the nation’s jobless army, reducing the work- ing force of its Elizabeth carshops. There will be no un- employment insurance for these victims of “efficiency,” that .. an increased speed-up and worsening conditions for permitted to remain, in the capitalist harness. aes / 1 weaves NOW Imperialism of United States Defeats Japan in Manchuria For technical reasons we were forced to delay the concluding in- stalment of this article, which was to have appeared yesterday. The first instalment appeared several days ago, and desribed the gradual encroachment of Japanese im- perialism in Manchuria, and the conflict about the Chinese Eastern Railway. The article is especially timely in view of the raids on the piet con- salutes by Chinese militarists, and | the writer points out the serious possibilities of war arising thru the struggle for the Chinese Eastern Railway, By Our Special Correspondent in China. | There are many reasons for be-, | fieving that Japan is anxious for the Chinese to confiscate the Chinese Eastern Railway, for not only would this eliminate Russia from ,China, but they think the Chinese have | neither the experts to run the line, nor the military force to hold it.| Furthermore; so long as the old feudal officials remain in power, as they do today despite the unifica- tion with nationalist China, the sit- uation can be managed by the uni- versal game of bribing. The old feudal officials, from the governors to the lowest policemen, show where their sympathies are by opposing generally the unification, and by their ruthless suppression of every kind of anti-Japanese demon- stration. Even on the day of union, which one would expect would be a |day of celebration, the civil admin- jistrator in harbor refused students \the right to parade, and they did this in violation of his order, Anglo-Japanese Spies. The Japanese maintain a net-work of espionage in North Manchuria, but the British secret service is not jfar behind them. I have it from an | Englishman, who is himself in the British secret service, that eight | English secret service agents have | been in Harbin during the past year directing propaganda amongst the |Chinese against the Soviet govern- ment. The signing of the Chinese- English treaty in Nanking recently added to the power and influence of the British, for the 21 salutes of the British man-of-war in the Yangtze was, as every intelligent person knows, 21 demands. The influence of the British in North Manchuria was clearly shown, even in a small way, the first week of January, when the British consul in Harbin telephoned the Chinese police and forced them to suppress completely the local Soviet Russi: daily newspaper because of an ar- ‘it was incidentally mentioned that the king of England is not so stupid as most people think, | The Soviet editors, however, say | that they expected to be suppressed | sometime during the holidays, for it | is then that the police and censors | require pocket money. The last time the Soviet daily was suppressed— also “forever”—it was but three days until it was running again, after having paid a heavy bribe. In fact, to be a Soviet citizen in Man- churia is just about as cheerful as going to a funeral, | Imperialist Propaganda. An interesting sidelight on the | propaganda against the Soviet Rus- \sians is the attitude of the very \foreigners who carry it on. They _wish the Russians to be driyen out ticle against monarchism, in which | DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JUNE 13, 1929 ~ ARRESTED ! }and they are jubilant at every threat against them. At the same time I have heard many of them say that they will never give up extra-terri- toriality in China because, they add, “look what the Chinese are doing to the Russians who were fools enough to give it up and place themselves under Chinese law. Their lives are never safe, and they have to bribe }on every hand for the right to ex- ist.” The white Russians, of invasion notoriety, also play an interesting role in North Manchuria. Generally speaking, they sell out to any side that pays. Most of them are clearly lined up with the imperialists, and many have taken on Chinese citizen- ship in order to manage it better. Many of the Chinese officials are these white Russians. The board of censors for newspapers in Harbin, for instance, consists of one Chi- nese and two white Russians. Marshal Chang Hsueh-liang has not only a number of Japanese sec- retaries and military advisers, but one of his chief military advisers is a white Russian general, Ataman Semanoff, on the other hand, of in- ishly shuffling | Japanese officers. These white Rus- sians also have a remarkable men- talii While doing propaganda jagainst the Soviet Russians, they se still o black and blue for not sending in the Red Army to “protect the lives jand property of its citizens” and to “put the Chinese in their place” as| {do the imperialist powers. They jare chagrined into the dust that a | government exists in Russia which |will not use the gunboat policy in China, Role of U. S. America, like England, plays not an inconsiderable role in North Manchuria, and in case of a future conflict it may play still more. So far as I can learn to date, the Amer- ieans have more purely business’ in- |terests at stake, which means of |course, imperialism, for American | The.freeman’s sword, In the cause of the just Let it leap and shine Let it fall and reap | | Let not the scabbard ru The freeman’s blade. Out with it, comrades ” |diplomacy follows hot on the trail of the dollar. Most of the American business and newspaper men you meet in | Manchuria are pro-Japanese. They frankly depend upon Japan “main- taining law and order” in Manchuria, | behind which profits are secured. An influential American editor in China recently wrote that “Manchuria is watered by the blood of Japanese patriots”—and then he significantly wrote that since Japan took over |the South Manchuria Railway, this | railway, together with Japanese in- | |dustrial and mining concerns, had | | bought $75,000,000 worth of Amer-| ican machinery, while the Chinese | railways had bought nothing. The impression is indelible that the present feudal officials in power could never remain in power for a} day were it not that they are sup-| ported by the imperialist powers, | and now. by the Nanking govern-| ment. All of them can be bought for so much per head, and they are lin danger of losing their heads only By Fred Ellis | | }once every month or two. On New |Year’s Day he issued a newspaper announcement ordering all heads of institutions to come to his office in |the morning “for mutual congratu- lations.” Foreigners were to call be- |tween 1 and 3, The joke is that everybody turned up, as ordered, Manchurian Officials. These officials in power in Man- churia are very much like the In- dian princes. They regard public revenues as their own personal) pocket money; they cultivate the opium poppy on a colossal scale and maintain great public houses for smoking; they sell out gambling li- censes to the highest bidders. Now, as before the unification with Nank- ing, they forbid the formation of labor or student unions. Even the} Kuomintang cannot exist apart from | them, and the Mukden government) officials have decided that the of- ficials alone will henceforth consti- tute the Kuomintang Party. Now, as before the unification, there is no freedom of the press, when they sell out to the wrong| speech, association, or public meet- | side. A type of official in power in|ing; no labor protection or labor asion fame also, is just now fever- | back and forth{ through Manchuria, accompanied by | the Soviet government | Where the workers march to battle in a !c: North Manchuria, for instance, is seen in the civil administrator of the special area of the Chinese East- ern Railway in Harbin. This general, Chang Ching-kui | (75 per cent of the officials seem to be generals), was formerly actually a bandit and he cannot read or write |a line, his sole qualification being |that he was a friend of Tschang | Tso-lin in the good old days when | they were bandits together; then he | was Tschang Tso-lin’s minister of war in Mukden, then his minister of agriculture and industry in Pek- ing. When he assumed office, his inaugural address was something like this: 4 “Gentlemen: They have sent me here. Now what do they want me to do? I don’t know! So you Just go on doing what you have been domg. Only there must be no stu- dent unions or trouble, and you must all get rid of the Communists.” This general comes to his office Let Not the Scabbard Rust By HENRY GEORGE WEISS. Let not the scabbard rust O let the sword of the freeman leap! red line. st And fight unafraid! Victory will come When the long night is gone, | And the Hammer and th e Sickle go up to grcot tho dawn. Ay death will be, and wailing * For the heroes slain, And the heart of the wife and mother Will know dark pain; But the future brightens, comrades, And their children laugh and play .... It is better to fight as freemen, }laws except the unwritten law jagainst labor; no kind of legisla- | ture bodies. The governor or the po- |\lice are the lawyers, judges and juries all in one, and your right to| live depends upon your ability to} flatter or bribe them. Even the re-} quest of Nanking for the right to] send men to teach the Manchurian | officials the Three People’s Princi- | ples of Sun Yat Sen met with a re-| fusal, the authorities saying they would send a commission to Nank- ing to study them, and only these authorities could teach in Man- churia. At the present time in North Manchuria, however, the attention of the people is being directed from such internal conditions to the “Red menace.” The first act of the po- lice after the unification with Man- churia was to march into the trade union of the Chinese Eastern Rail- way and declare it an illegal asso- ciation. They said they found “Communist books” in the union headquarters, This is always a con- venient excuse. They perhaps did find a book there, althought it might have been, a dictionary. This book is a rare and dangerous object in Manchuria, a thing you really never find in an upper-class home. The minute you step into a home where there are books in a shelf, and mag- azines not a year old, you may know that it is time to lower your voice for fear the’ walls have ears. It is better not to be seen with such a man in public. The respectable, uropeanized Chinese spend their time in other occupations than reading; they fox- trot ail night to the latest Amer- ican music. And all “respectable” people in North Manchuria, Chinese or foreign, go in for banquets, and other social affairs in which eating plays a predominant role. But they don’t read. The reading is done chiefly by the students, who have little else than their school books, by the Soviet Russians, and by the few Chinese with whom it is dan- gerous to be seen in public, The chief game in Northern Man- churia politics now is to keep the Chinese and Russians at each other’s throats. But when the Russians are once driven out and the railway brought under Chinese control, then | It is better to fall as freemen ‘>>> '> ve as bites Seid a ey ancailiild Slaves today! ats __fli (rE END) i By FEODOR, CEMIEN GLADKOV) Translated by A. S. Arthur and C. Ashleigh All Rights Reserved—International Publishers, N. Y. Gleb Chumalov, Red Army commander, returns to his town on | the Black Sea after the Civil Wars to find the great cement works, where he had formerly worked as a mechanic, in ruins and the life of the town disorganized. He discovers a great change in his wife, Dasha, whom he has not seen for three years. She is no longer the conventional wife, dependent on him, but has become a woman with a life of her own, a leader among the Communist women of the towm 1 Dasha goes with Badin, chairman of the District Executive of | the Soviet, on an imortant mission to a place some distance from | the town where Badin is to settle a disciplinary dispute that hag | arisen between Borchi and Saltanov, two Soviet officials. While | Badin is making advances to Dasha, their carriage is attacked by Cossack bandits, the coachman is shot down, Badin disappears and | Dasha is captured. But her unusual courage causes the Cossack | colonel to free her. i * * * a passa ran on blinded with fear, her throat dry, her lungs scorched her heart oppressed, suffocating. In the distance, behind the swaying hills, on a high eminence, the Cossack town sprawled. It was all gardens, and above the garden~ stood the belfry of the church like a white column with one black ey: at the top. Behind the Cossack town and the hills the ridges of th: mountains were dimly seen. Dasha clambered up the hill, her strength was running out of her The Cassack town was there in the distance, in hospitable, strange and morose. It was blind, but saw with the eyes of the steppes, like a she« wolf. It was the Cossack town, bearded and and in fur cap,-which had laid its deadly hand on Dasha and cast her into a lonely wilderness, It was blind, shaggy, earthy and its eyes were filled with wild blood, Dasha stumbled over a stone and fell foremost into the dust of the road. A keen pain in her knee brought her again to her senses; and lamed, she turned aside and sat down on the grass near a ploughed field. The roadside grass was decked with little yellow dandelions—e very young flowers and so little, reminding one of chicks just hatched. They seemed to be running to Dasha’s feet. * * * HEN Dasha saw these flowers a tenderness overcame her. She heart beat rapidly, she cried out and burst into tears. Then she grew calm and silent, She could not arise; she had no strength. All the time she gazed at the dandelions, thinking of nothing in particular, listening to the silence of the earth. She could not tell whether it was the stillness twanging in her ears like a taut string, or whether it was a lark singing. She looked at the transparent feathery clouds. Chords vibrated far away. This wae perhaps the clouds singing or the golden dandelions laughing. Suddenly there appeared from behind the hill a troop of Red Cave alrymen, rifles swung on their backs, at a smart gallop. In front of them rode a dark man in black leather, riding at breakneck speed, Dasha started and jumped to her feet. “| Comrade Badin! rae =| The Red Cavalrymen were all shouting at once, grinning and waving their arms. Dasha shouted back and ran towards Badin. He reined in his horse and jumped from the saddle. “Dasha!” She seized Badin’s hand with both of hers, laughing and crying, The Red soldiers surrounded them, shouting indistinguishable phrases, 3 “¥ ONE of the riders looked at her for some time silently. He had prom inent cheek-bones, a large mouth and deep-sunken eyes. He dise mounted and touched Dasha on the’ shoulder, “Comrade, here’s a horse for you. Mount. Let me help you up!* Dasha began to laugh, she began to pat the Red soldier’s hand ag she had Badin’s. “Thank you, Comrade. You're all such goood people. You've turned out a whole regiment to come to my aid. Comrade Badin is out of breath.” The Red soldiers were standing in a cluster, their horses’ flanks touching, looking at her surprisedly and laughing. The large-mouthed one put her up on the saddle, grinning from ear to ear, and, still silent, pulled the stirrup from the foot of another soldier and jumped on to the croup of the horse behind him. Badin rode beside Dasha. The whole of the way he was attentive to her least word, helped her over difficult places, and saw that the girth, saddle and bridle were in order. Dasha noted his care anc smiled gently to him. “Well, what happened to you? Tell us.” ” “Oh nothing, Comrade Badin. They were a bit tough at first and then they let me go, They haven’t much use for women, They whipped me—that’s all.” She laughed again. “4 Badin looked at her sagaciously, with shrewd eyes and a clear smile—a smile that no one had seen before on the face of the Chair man of the Executive. Right up to the Cossack town they rode side by side. * * * * * * IN the village square in front of the church and the headquarters of the District Soviet Executive, carts and unharnessed horses stood in rows and cattle were swishing their tails and restlessly nodding from side to side. Cossacks trampled and shouted as on a market day; the women cried out piercingly. Boys, bareheaded or with fur caps, were spinning tops and playing leap-frog. Somewhere, either in the yard of the Executive or hidden in the crowd, a drunken voice sang hoarsely and sadly: “Puffed-up chicken, Naked and bare-foot.” The voice could not sustain the burden to the end. It moaned, sobbed, choked, repeating the same words hoarsely over and over as though possessed. } Borchi, in a Caucasian mantle, dagger in belt, with his big rolling’ Asiatic eyes, sat at a table, diligently scribbling. He raised his head and glanced at Dasha and not a muscle moved on the face of this war- rior of the Devil’s Hundred. He just bellowed: “Ah, you had luck, death passed you by this time!” } Badin walked up to the table with a heavy stride, just as in his) own office. He was once more cold and reserved. «| “Comrade Borchi, call Saltanov here.” ¥ Borchi, with a subtle feminine grace, walked to the door. | “Comrade Saltanov, the Chairman of the Executive asks for you!” And then returned to his place still gracefully. * * * AS soon as Saltanov had entered and approached the table, Badin, looking straight at him, said coldly between his teeth: “Comrade Saltanov, you are relieved from the task which was im- posed upon you and you are placed under arrest, Tomorrow you wil) go to the town with Borchi. I shall then without delay pass the ney ter over to the Revolutionary Tribunal.” Saltanov gave a military salute and looked steadily at Badin withh staring, laughing eyes. He took two steps backwards. “I have conscientiously and precisely performed all the orders received from the Executive of, the Province.” Badin turned away and silently glanced at Borchi. “Comrade Borchi, you will wind up this whole business to our best advantage. The hostility of the locality must be broken down.) When you return from the town you will have to sift the matter to the bottom. Let’s go to the Square.” When the three of them, Badin, Borchi and Dasha, came out upon the square where the loaded carts were standing, the Cossacks, peas sants and women looked at them with their.deep-sunk eyes. The loaded carts hfad been standing here for twenty-four hours. The pea- sants would not leave them and at night time they sat round bonfires like gipsies. Badin jumped up on a cart and looked coldly at the crowd. “Citizens, Cossacks and Peasants!” The women began to bustle about, shouting round the carts and! drowned his words. As though maddened by the women’s howls, the| peasants began to shout. They waved their arms and their faces seemed to swell to the size of watermelons and to be about to burst. Borchi alco jumped up on the cart, waving his arms, shouting like! a commander, deafeningly and wildly. (TO. BE CONTINUE! a \