The Daily Worker Newspaper, February 21, 1931, Page 4

a Sa j | ~ be - - oe *: - = & ie * = io bless Tal k Turkey to Cleveland’s City Council By JANET BOWERS NE of the delegates sent to the }..¥\ Cleveland City Council to demand ** “food was a working though .she had never spoken to an audience before, talked to the fat- aellied city councilmen and had them Yooking haggard wien she told them, woman, who, al- “There is no use talking to you ‘gen-| tlemen’ about starvation, you -don't Yook as tho you ever had to starve, nor had to see your kids starve, like we do ours. Your kids go to high schools, and colleges, while I must tell my little boy him when he gets back from ‘Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she was speaking.” But she continued, “don’t thing that just because we are starving we are going to take your lousy charity that your appointed committees hand down to us. We want work @f social insurance, and if you don't for school.” ive it to us, by golly we will go and|and men, both colored and white, | the take what we need, and fight for it rather than starve. every day to go to} school without his breakfast, and thaty perhaps I will have something to eat One colored woman while speaking | at the big Foster mass meeting that | | was held in Cleveland, recently called to the workers to “let's all get to- gether and fight starvation. Don’t let’s starve like cowards, let us fight | back like the workers have done in Russia, By sticking together we must win.” | On the 6th of this month when over 500 workers went to a food market and demanded to be fed, among those clubbed and arrested | were two colored women. These | Women were not only arrested, but were subjected to the worst insults ‘You black nigger,” said the scar- |gent at the desk while registering | one of them, “you should be down in} Georgia where they lynch them for | doing what you do here.” But this| is not the first time that she has heard this kind of talk on the jpb/ (when she has one) and every} other place. This only makes her | more determined to stick together | With the rest of the working women jand fight the bosses’ terror | Starvation. Reviewed by N. Sparks, “The Five- Year Plan,” by G ternational Publishers. IOMRADE Grinko is Comissar for Finance of the Soviet Union and * Nice-Chairman of the State Planning Commission. Certainly no one could be-in a better position to give an authoritative, simple ahd direct de- scription of the Great Five Year Plan which has abolished unemployment and ‘which has excited such tremen- dous admiration and sympathy on the part of the world’s workers, and such hostility and alarm on the part of the world bourgeoisie, Every phase of the Plan, the de- velopment of industry, of agriculture, of transport, of the conditions of th Workers, of personnel, of culture, ii covered in this book. One by one. the author takes up the daring pro- * jects of the Plan, and shows how ¥hey are being constantly outstrip- fed by the heroic achievements. The Russian workers are showing that they know not only how to hold power, but how to use it to build | stabilization; it is a great plan of | Socialism. Book Reviews T. Grinko, In-/} But most important of all, Com-} jrade Grinko shows with Leninist| clarity, the role of the Plan in th2/ world revolutionary movement. | because they cannot understand this, |that even the “best” of the bour-| | geois economists appalled at the an-| jarchy of capitalism, cannot under- |stand the Plan—still less its achieve- | ments. Chapter I alone, in which! the author deals with the necessary | | Pre-requisites for planned economy | | (the first of which is the Dictator- | ship of the Proletariat), should be- | come the common knowledge of every | Party member. “Only’ out of soil jthat has been cultivated for years by \the revolutionary creative efforts of he great ma 's could spring the ‘ive Year Plan,” says Comrade Grinko. | In the words of Pravda, “The Five | Year Plan is an important part of the offensive of the proletariat of the world against capitalism; it is. a |plan tending to undermine c: | world revolution.” LITERAT “"""We welcome this statement from Comrade Potamkin repudiating the ar- ticles in the Young Israel and his “~Sntentions of working in the fie'd of revolutionary literature for children. _It is necessary, at the same time, to bring forward more sharply than this article does, the class differences in- in the training of children. “Young Israel tries to mask it reac- - tionary character behind progressive phrases. Also, while our revolutionary education must be based, more than it has in the past, on the cnild’s natural interests, the primary pur- praise this lore dialectically, from a) pose of our wor kwith children and of our literature for them is to arouse “their loyalty to working class aims, and to devolop them along proletar- ian lines, by drawing them into active participation in the class struggle. The development of. the child rather than an end in itself, is a by-product 6 this larger mass goal toward which aU of our work strives—Editor. Pee thie <By HARRY ALAN POTAMKIN IS good to see that the Com- munists have come to the point where the child is no longer the ob-| ject of a blunt approach.. Comrade Harper has opened the way in an earlier contribution to the Daily Worker. The projected Young Pioneer magazine would assure a regular, cu- mulative relation with the child, who must not be lost sight of, even for a moment. The purists and the timorous will say the child should be left alone. Propaganda is evil for/the child. To give the child ideas in contradiction to his daily lessons--in school, home, playground-—splits the personality of the child. Well, I have spent eight « years with children, five in the very closest of relations, as Director of the Children’s Play Village in Philadel- phia. I ran a children’s camp for an- archists—petty-bourgeoisie in “ideal- istic” clothing. I have written chil- dren’s stories sincec 1927, And my + experience sums up now to this: any ‘ -erumb you feed the child is sustained by propaganda. I insist that not our propaganda, but the negative prop- aganda of schools, home, playground, betrays the child. What we must find is the revolutionary propaganda that the child can organically take in that ' will not be simply a routine of auto- . matic imitation. Such propaganda will explain thoroughly and funda- mentally the environment to the child, and it will give’ the child a * sense of what it’s all about and what to do about it. I t will make him a conscious and complete social being. Childhood is valorous, at least in its own fancy; we must turn that valor “*to account by making it a fact in- stead of a fancy. Let us avoid the pitfall of neutral- ty in regard to the child. I give my- as @ horrible consequence of that laissez-faire conception. My father an anarcho-atheist in his youth sentiments have always been, Part, socially sympa- agogue. But a Jew in his own mind, and the URE FOR CHIDREN j house did have a polite atmosphere | of Jewish sentiments. My father | never talked religion, I did not go |to the synagogue (though I was taught Hebrew—which I have for-/ gotten—and Yiddish—which I re- | Member somewhat), I received no re- | ligious training. I grew up with a | bad taste in my mouth for God. My |father had been neutral, and it} | seemed I was saved from blunders, as| |I see blunders now. But no—four years ago I became interested in Jew- ish lore. Today I can attempt to ap- Marxist standpoint, and put it where | it belongs. | But’ four years ago I did not view |matters dialectically. I thought it enough, when writing for children, to avoid the name of God, and I hoped my stories would be entertaining but neutral, insofar as sectarianism was concerned, Now I find on looking back, that stories convey suggestions | as well as definitions, and unexpected things happen in the child’s mind from supposcdly neutral stories. The worst part of it is, to me now, that these storics, acc*pied in a heap by “Young Israel” two, three and four | years ago, will be appearing for at least another year; at this time, when I have moved irrevocably to the left and wish to devote myself to revolu- tionary children’s stories.. I ask my comrades to accept my repudiation of those stories, and assist me in the development of an acord with the child of the Young Pioneers. I have made a first attempt in my revolution- ary animals’ story, “The March of the Red Bear.” In this Jewish children’s magazine, in an effort to balance my debit, I have published two chapters of this “Marcin of the Red Bear,” a story on the defeat of Denikin in the Ukraine, and am preparing articles ou child-life in the Soviet Union, and, in contrast, persecution in the stool- |Pigeon states of Poland and the Baltic. Bourgeois nationalism does not al- ways operate directly. It can work into the child by suggestion, Simi- larly all the evils of bourgeois society have subtle, as well as pronounced, ways of affecting the mind of the child, most impressionable of humans. Therefore we must find our subtle, as well as pronounced. ways of defeating this insidious influence, and giving the child a positive working-class code. My experience affirms such a pro- ject as the Young Pioneer magazine. We must do all we can to bring it about and further it. The stories of capitalist success handed to the American child must be fought with stories of revolutionary success: the lives of Lenin, John Reed, Steve Ka- A SPECTATOR AT COURT (By a Worker Correspondent) Once in a while I visit the courts as a spectator. This is because I am unemployed, am dead broke, and do not know what to do to kill the day. I go to the courts to see how “justice” | is’ “administered.” I believe a citizen has a right to witness trials. Why don’t they allow spectators in court? I notice there are usually plenty of empty seats in- side. The atendant outside does not allow you inside the courtroom unless | Why not? | I refer to the General Session Court | you have business inside. and County Courts where big trials for a minute. around. The judge is stout, looks well fed, and seems contented with his po- sition which pays him a iarge salary. I now look at the twelve men on the jury. They are well dressed and look also well fed; duri notice some taking out their wa to see if their time is court-room clock. hes the same There as are and | owners of gold watches among them; | “defend” them their wrist watches too seem to be worth a good sum of mone I, a worker, seem out of place here somehow. The jury looks composed of the fol- lowing: lawyers, doctors, engineers, landlords, business men, and manu- the jury. Why? A man once told me that to be a jury-man one must be worth a cer perty in order to qualify for a jury man. It this true? I now look at the prisoner himself. I have seen Porto Ricans and other Once inside I look |! g recess I| |take place such as grand larceny! foreigners among the prisoners, but cases, most of them look’like Americans I get in usually by. sneaking in| Some prisoners’ hair shows that when the attendant has to go away| they have not had a hair cut for They wear working men’s and are working men, They orn shoes and soiled clothes. They look as if they needed good food, | good living conditions. Instead, they | get severe sentences for crimes com- | mitted because of hunger and unem- ployment. M are ny prisoner: igned la haying no money, by the judge to notice that these as paid le I have heard rumors that they col- |loborate with the district attorney. | The arresting officer, when on the | |stand, always denies that the prisoner was given the third degree and beaten I }are not as efficient ers. | vaiLy WORKER, NEW YORK, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY, 21, 193 All together, comrades, and we'll make those guys come across on this Unemployment Insurance Bill.” { | —by CHONDORO | |badly to obtain a confession. One away a little nervous. | troubling him? | I noticed also that the judges ere | ‘d the I have! an Is his conscience defen: ses ask questions w nental to the defense. by y too s vere. ich {case but t |facturers. I see no working man on/look at his brutal face gives him} Prison means confinement, which is; most of them in their own cars and ‘His eyes wander and he feels | hell on earth, no pay for hard work, | taxis. d poor food. The judge sits about 3 hours and|eM, Sweet potatoes, coffee, pie and shen. orders court day, I wi adjourned. The nt to listen to the same don’t allow me in. That why I don’t hear many cases in full. ers that! The judge and the jury go home, A fine supper is awaiting |them. Perhaps it is soup, fried chick- ice cream. I go home also: I hop on to the | back of a truck and get a hitch home, | When I get home my supper con- sists of pumpernickel bread, raw on- ions, and tea without lemon, HE red clay road fr terminal, on the p! below, up to. the mo |dry and hard. Along the twi deep valleys and re vy with forests, wild and some stray little.farms and huts. On each side cf the stretch ri abruptly to the town plaza |children were lined up, holding large, colored banners. In frent of the plrza a block away, school tea ing ing ) 90! half and th about ister and his pa automobile, prece veraltocal musicians playing a march from an Italian opera, and by an escort of mounted armed agrarians who be- longed to the district community of poor peasants who, in order to keep} the little land whicr. they had won| through twenty years of bloodshed | and misery, had to “attend” to every | official sent b ythe central govern- | ment. More chiidren and straggled behind the automobile. the school, there was a general s\ ing of hands. From the bui! there was a good view town, with iis peak surrounded on one s ta which had been transformed by the | peasants into fields of juicy corn, and | o nthe other side by virgin ravines shielded by forests and strong foliage. The Minister, with his scerstary and a pale youth accompanying them, | were comfor ‘able | house in town. The four inte’ is, jéwo ot them American, were giyen| | the “sccond best" house. Th2dixcetor! of state education and the Minisicr te ers | r with | The | armed agrarians in a long corridor, back of which was a | yard where they put their horses. Just before noon, the Minister and | his group, accompanied by the munic- ol inepe nindcd so deductions to be made by them. Puz- ales with a revolutionary slogan as the climax, and strip cartoons, We will take the devices that have proved effective with children in the bour- them to our own account with our materials, And we will find our own devices too! We must remember that while one of our purposes is to sus‘ain the class conscious child, the Young Pioneer, | we are aiming for a broad audience, We want to win the proletarian child generally, and we want to win the petty-bourgeois child who is amenable to things we have to say. And we want to say them in such a way that he will be amenable. Remember, we are attacking capitalism and not the child. The child is social-minded, despite his egoism; and he is stern— that I have seen in the children’s handling of a court in the Play Vil- lage.. These virtues can be given direction now and for the future. Moreover, we must encourage the child to participate as critic and as writer, as correspondent, in the mag- azine. There should be an editorial board of children. There should be mass-mee#ngs with children. There should be entertainments where the work appearing in the magazine is enacted, sung, recited. And with the publication of the magazine there should be issued also children’s book- lets, such as appear by the thousands in the Soviet Union. Unless the work is extensive and coordinated, it is of j ready filled with i town and surrour wert up on-the Minister name of public nts of the districts and dstand, The er n in the the President of the Re- and introduced the orator who d the crowd at once izens! In the name of the President of the Republic and of the Ministry of Public Education, I bring | you grectings!” Tt began to in a few minutes. ‘The orato: little more, and then the mee! adjourned Later i the day, the \ or the head of th said a ster sent “I hope uy tonight of tae of the institute will turn out Is everything in shape a2rbs, ything is ready, Senor Minis- There is even a pleasant little| surprise in store for our public as well | as for our visitors.” | “I am glad to hear it. that luck is with us. The weather is ciearing tp nicely. At eight-thirty | then?” | “At eight-thirty.” They shook} hands tro. | It seems eight o'clock med with people dimty lit by an old spended from ne ceil he first four or five row of benches were eecupied by school | children from six to twenty-three | years old. A few teachers sat among the older students. To the rear, the agrarians lined the semi-circular outer passageway between the bench- es and the doors leading outside. As usual, they were armed with short and leathe the school was let 1 women and ‘ebozos. You could t voices of young moh- ers and children all over the ‘oom. The minister anr bis pi rived a few minutes past e'ght-thirty. } It was a cool night, but the doors in the room were open on all sides and you could see the plaza and} w | the sky right outside. The plaza and | ipal authorities, came into the plaza| the town were dark, except for a/ for an instant, then spoke in a soft, | few candlelights burning here and | slightly hoarse voice: there. | The curtain was full of Venetian | canals and bridges. Somebody rang | duced the minister, who went up on the stage, and then disappeared. _| ister and the head of the experts! ‘The minister greeted the people by groups, and pointed to one of the blackboards on which was scribbled “The teacher comes to bring only light, only love.” He ended his brief speech declaring that “the govern- ment’s goal is democracy and lib-} erty in every sense.” Some of the) audience commented on the minis- | ter’s words, others on his sturdy} physical appearance. The agrar-| ians were quict. They just stood in the passageway circling the rear | half of the room. Again the head of the experts ap- cared on the stage: zens! Before we begin. this ‘am to celebrate the closing of institute, and in order to inject | a—we might say—-happy note of sur- prise into this beautiful gathering, | allow me announce that our little} | group of experts has decided to pre-| sent this silver loving cup’—a little | girl suddenly sprang from the right win gof the stage and nervously | handed him a large loving cup. She} nearly toppled off the stage, but| mansged to regain her balance and quickly backed out of sight. The hoad of the experts continued:.“—has decided, as I was saying, to present | this silver loving cup, to the student | who has made the best record during Incident- | the term of the institute. ally, it happens that this boy now finishes his two years’ course at the local school. He is, I am happy to announce, Rafael Moreno, of the Agrarian Community of San Pedro. Let us hope that his return to his | pueblo will be only temporary and | that he will continue his studies to | prepare himself as a useful Mexican | isen The minister and his party ap- ided loudly. Others, including one two egrarians, immediately joined A thin, dark youth about nineteen years old walked up on the stage an daccepted the cup. There was more applause. The boy remained standing on the stage. His face show- ed signs of excitement. He hesitated “I take this cup because it was given to me, but now I day it down here. I disown it.” And with mo- ;@ feeble bell and the curtain went mentary care he stood the cup on the up indolently. The head of the ex-| stage floor several fect away from gcois school, movie, press, and turn | Petts welcomed the audience, intro- | him. Murmurs filled the room, The min- “S will return te my resptc and exchanged swift glances, The boy spoke louder: “The memory of the assas of our Comrade Gutierrez by the present leaders of the government) is too fresh and painful in our hearts to let us be so easily soothed by a silver loving cup!” ‘The minister rose to protest, ex- claiming “What is this!” A child began to cry, and the mother took it outside. One of the agrarians said: “Let the boy speak. We are all peo- ple.” | ‘The minsiter sat down. The room was quict again. The boy went on talking, in a calmer voice: | “Tomorrow morning I return to | an Pedro with my comrades. 1) have studied here for two years. At| the government's cost? No, Comrade Gutierrez taught us that it is the workers and peasants who bear the burden of these institutions”— The minister started to protest again, but he only whispered very} angrily to the head of the experts: “Your surprises!” “fT shall teach our agraric those of other pueblos.” Outside it began to rain, and a slight wind started up. Rafael be- gan shouting in a strained voice: “They shall know what a fraud the education of this so-called revo- | lutiorary government is! I have esen it’ The director of state education who seduces the schoolteachers, then fires them. The syphiletic inspector who barely knows how to sign his mame. Your experts! They do noth- ing up to a. couple of days before the arrival of the minister, Then the secial worker cleans out somebody's Kilchen; the professor of small in- dustries begins canning and pickling | everything he can get hold of; the | ‘agriculiural engineer’ tears up the red clay of the plaza and buries a few flower pots. It is thus that you | tear up our hearts!” He was shouting wildly. His voice} had a sad, broken sound. | “And the President of the Republic, He also is ‘our friend,’ even in our struggles against the Church and Yankee imperialism. So they say. But he sends his two sons to a Cath- olis college in the United States”— Here.an old agrarian shouted from the extreme rear of the room: “And they are taking our lands from us! Our crops bring us noth- ing! The youngsters are running away looking for work which is not to be found!” | The minister was furious. He jumped up to protest to the muni- cipal authorities. But it was raining very hard now, and a cold wind had commenced to blow. The people— first of all, the women with their bundles of children—instinctively ab- andoned the room and hurried to their homes before the storm might catch them. The head of the experts had the gasoline lamp taken down to light the minister's way to his room. The agrarians went to their quarters across the plaza. The boy w sawith them. In a little while the wind died down. But it rained harder than ever. It splashed down on the red clay of the plaaz. No one remained in the schoolroom. It was very dark there. The doors had been left open on all sides, and the rain soaked everything, even the sign scribbled in chalk on the blackboard: “The teacher comes to bring only light, only loce.” : It rained hard all night. The min- ister wept in the arms of the pale s and| | | ligion is the dope.” | the teachers who forme: Soup, Salva tion, J obless Councils in Detroit (By a Worcorr From Detre HIS is my first night at Murphy’s ‘Flop House,” 23rd St.:and First St., Detroit, Michigan. My credentials are examined by the man at the desk. I am assigned to section E-9-0. Three hundred men in this room. to eight inches apart. No pillow, no shec*s, nothing for a cover but a cheap, joddy blanket. I go to bed, but can’t sleep. Men about me are discussing the “sermon” that they heard down stairs in the chapel. Some one (it is dark to see) cri “Re- This stirs the “Put dopes up. Some one shouts: him out.” “Back to Russia.” Lights are flashed on. The attendant, an unemployed slave, tells everybody to cut it out. Talk ceases, I lie in the bed gazing about. Shadowy forms. flit about dressed in white “nities. There is an endless procession going to the toilet to smoke. Seven hundred men use the toilet, which is intended for twenty-five twenty-five people. Shirts, sweaters, underclothes, are lying on steam pipes full dows are closed. No ventilation. The stench is sickening. I am awakened at 6 o'clock in the morning. Some one is calling: “Rise and Shine.” We pull our street cloth- ing from under mattresses where it has been lying all night. (Some guy shouts: “Get the hell out of my “LIBERTY” —by Lebedinsky THE SHO (Member of the Shock Brizadr) plana the benches of the Pullman cars you will find long boxes for wood. Gribkow ‘was pulled out. of such a box at the station of Tula and was sent to the labor eolony waifs and strays. tramping all over the coun: was quite at home in the wood boxes. He was 14 yeats old. In the Labor Colony near Tula they taught him how to work at a turning lathe. For the first time in his life thing. He was surrounded by young fellows, lathers, and by grown-up people who were quite different from used to preach antiquated morals. The teacher of the Colony had formerly been a sailor. He used to sing in.the morn- ings, took. a cold shower-bath in the court yard, and told the boys a lot of things about Kamchatka where he had lived for two years. Together with the boys they built a sailing boat, and in leisure hours he taught the boys how to handle the boat on the nearby lake. In summer he made them live in tents, and map out the neighbouring forests. The thirst for tramping about was reshaped into the study of their home country, and boldness into competition to be the of the boys to Moscow, and found jobs for them in the factories. Grob- kov got a job in the power station which was brilliant with hundreds of | glittering electric bulbs. Gribkov was very cross when he came to the fac- tory. A gray sky hung over the courtyard. Gribkov’s face suddenly lighted up; he saw several young workers in the yard who were solder- pretty far up in the mountains. ‘The automobile in which the min- ister was to have left was out of order. And it was dangerous to go on horses or mules, because the steep clay road leading down to the rail- road terminal was very wet. The telephone line to the station was out ot order, and even if it had been working, where was anyone going to find an automobile to go up and bet the minister? So there was no way out of it. The minister, his party an dthe experts had to go on foot. The road was very slippery, they could fall any minute. And there were deep ra- yines on both sides of the road. The group stepped along carefully. Up near Santa Maria, the armed agrarians stopped for a few minutes to have some‘food and a little pulque because the better part of the road had been reached and the horses were having an earier time of it. The conversation got around to the pre- vious night’s “scandal.” “Well,” said one of them—a round! faced young agrarian from Los Rem- edios, “at least they'll have to do some climbing if they decide to get us.” ‘They laughed eagerly. Their voices rang with a ripeness of sound ‘that comes only from the throats of the youth who had come with him front] workers of the soil. It was a cold, sunny morning, and the laughs re- sounded very sharply against the hich the city. —hy PAUL. Prfore dawn, the agrarians to- tell them fo fight you and your gether with, Rofrel, cot ont on thatr NA Ree rey etm nee bt a ame horses for San Pedvy, which was is crags. Tha echo. was jangud over the surrounding si.o..ns, Beds are four inches | length of the room., All win-! Gimme room to put these! ; | The old timers get up instantly. he felt that he was needed for some- | first- among the turners, or swim- mers. In winter the sailor took several, daep end | He: on.” Bedlam breaks loose. | Shouts of derision come from all | sides. “Throw him down MacClar- | key,” “Bust him in the eye.”) Quiet is restored. All go to the wash room. |. We all want to be first in “chow | line” which is forming down stairs. | At 7:15 I get my chance to wash, |In the smoker, three flights down, | 1,500 men are packed into the space | which holds comfortably 750, It takes jfrom one to one and a half hours | to reach the dining room. | Proceeding at a snail's pace, we | notice every once in a while some | half starved worker that has jumped the barrier; pulled out of line and | been smacked on the jaw. In the cafeteria, hundreds of us | be at the “Devil's Tatoc” with spoons on our bowls and cups. Some one | pushes you along, hollering: “Wake | up step lively.” Some one shoves at me a bow! of soup. A, few feet | further another one throws a spoon. | Some one calls out: “Grab your | Java.” . Java: handless cup, contain- | ing a brownish liquid, is nothing more | than good water spoiled. More yell- ing: “Get your Parker House rolls. | here.” I follow the man ahead of me, where two perspiring slaves are | Sccoping up cinamon muns with their | bare hands. Three buns are shoved into my bowl of watery mush. One drops t othe floor; it is picked up | and thrown back into the mush. I protest, and am told that Ill be given a bust in the jaw. The tables are reached at last. They are dirty with spilt coffee and | m Some one spills his “Java.” a: am too late and get coffee all over | my trouse: | “Meals” are twelve hours apart, | After breakfast, we go back to the | smoker, dirty, crowed, without spit- oons, where we are allowed to stay | until nine, and then told to “beat it.” We leave the building and talk among ourselves. Someone asks if Frank Murphy, “our mayor,” would | have guts enough to put in one night | in this Emergency Lodge. We unemployed are getting tired of Murphy's charity. Walking down | * | the street afterwards. we heard a speaker from the Unemployed Coun- cil and some of us joined up. We ‘can't go on living like rats any longer? K BRIGADE ing iron beams with an autogene. The glaring flame reminded Gribkoy ot fhe Southern sun. He begged them to teach him how to do it; and thus he became a solderer. He was taken into the solderers’ commune of Young Communists that called itself after the name of Max Hoelz, The ‘commune’ was a shock | brigade—it wanted to show the work- ‘ers in the plant how genuine bolshe- viks worked. In the course of two months the commune surpassed the |average labor ef‘iciency by 47 per jeent. The old workers grumbled at | first, and then they were offended at the boys daring to teach them how to work properly. At last, they could not stand it any longer; and a mighty wave of socialist competition rolled through the plant. Gribkov worked steadily on. He was | struck with the consciousness of the | young communists, each of whom worked not after the manner of hired, hands, but as a partner in socialist construction. Their work was inspired with genuine enthusiasm, , Gribkov already knew Lenin's words, that So | viet Socialism means Soviet Powel | plus. Electrification. ee | Half a year passed. Giibkov had become the best worker in the com: mune, the best member of the shock brigade. He joined the Young Com munist League, and went to th Workers’ Faculty, preparing to be. | come a? transport engineer. Sometimes he yearned for th smoke of locomotives, for the widq horizons of new places. Then thi brigader Stein would carefuily wat Gribkov and soothe him, while tl comrades would make efforts to de: tract his thoughts from the long gon past. ‘ In autumn, 1930, seven hundred o the best in the shock brigades we sent to a round-Europe trip on t! Soviet motorship “Abhasis.” In recog} nition of his splendid work Gribko on the initiation of Stein, was pe! titted to take part in the trip'abro All of the Young Communists wante him to have this trip. =~" On November 10, Gribkov, a pa young man, former derelict and fut engineer, left Leningrad. “On des he, for some reason, did not d of the trip ahead, but reimember¢ the factory he had left; concernd about whether the comrades wot not slacken their tempo of work hardly won. This thought was no as near to him and as natural thoughts of food and sleep. Next Week— Sidelights on the Dress Strik (strikers, send in your letters a1 stories); a breadline story and sket: by Bard, “Why They Marched”, story by Valentine Konin; “Lit: Frog and HisBrother”, a story fre revolutionary China; book revie’ by Bennet Stevens and others, cz toons and other features. The letter from the electrical st| dents’ commune of Leningrad, © which where was not space this we will appear next Saturday. Starting Soon— “The Holy Bed-bug”. A cork | wa-story by John Peterson, vk | “fled fe seas for mare tana $27; leon years, toe Q