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Page Four Tk The Ho! - Bed-Bug” This is the«last instalment of ; ng, the mates, the 2 sailor's story of the “religious” the black, the saptain ‘ok? of the “Hell Ship nk—all took sides with Margaret’+ ‘who shanghaied, tor- They swept s before them. They m back like cattle, The cleaned. The cap- teok shelter on the poop. wave the sailors rush- x the poop. The cap- with their backs to the up a determined resistance, desperate, dying attempt. not long before the fight tured and’ mutdered his men and ed. how they finally got together to pay him-baek. Now read on how they got him.—Ed. By JOHN PETERSON Paul the Lettish blacksr accordion and began to tt big, coarse fingers with dexterity. that The brawny arms wi ceps held the < caressingly. Jock left his gang in the slumped, head tle and took refuge little to one 2 locked all the doors mn and hid. himself, van- One by one the cabin doors A thorough search was behind ished. were opene ¥ grey eyes barricades aga. made. At last the captain was found ly waving above ing, wet. He had i; his face be bed. former blacksmith grab- again he r foot and dragged flag abo e a wet sack. The captain helmets begged, stuck to the | armed with th. Throwing his arms about, he hung on, clutched at every- thing like a drowning man. With on the captain’s foot gged him out of the over e steps, up the stairs, ough the companion way, in and the pilot house and on Paul threw him near the sky~- he opaque sides of which were decorated with proud inscrip- tions: “In God We Trust.” Captain Jock, who was like a wet ack, stirred suddenly. Screaming and whining he got on his buttocks. He turned toward the sailor. His head fel forward, he bent like a Turk ; prayer and began to beg and le: “Oh, ple: pare my life... nything .. . I'll give you g-—you can take my money, everything . ” thundered the “belongs to us, We, workers, the coal; we mould iron, build hips, load them, sail them. .. It all belongs to us! The world belongs to workers. There is no place for you here—in our world! You can go— where you belong—to your Kingdom of Riecven! .. .” machine gu! planes .. . his face ¢ near by moyed ¥ stirring tune. Some of the c tened in proud s along swaying sli old ship Margaret running like a wi mare, had rounded the Horn and was ready to pick.up the sow wind which was slow to come. The trouble;started in the usual way—drive, drive, drive. The ship must make,a quick passage, for the captain wants the bonus in gold sov-| everyth 1 my ship, ereigns. But the wind stopped bl ing, it cared nothing for the ship, did not give a damn for the captain and his bible and the bonus of gold sovereigns With maniacal joy he began order- ing the sailors about, he would make them brace’ the “yards around, back, | again arouhd~énd back, trying to catch the slightést puff of wind. And| without thé’ Slightest murmur the sailors wofK=i"“’nd pulled on the ropes. It pulling—“till arths dangléd’ Below your knees;” ar the’men were also f ‘so h gry, you coulépick the slack off your besify*and wipe your tears It was not éridugh. sea, TI The breakfast. came. But there) the 200 pounds of fat struck the was no breakfast, for there was} water. The next instant there was nothing te eat;:.,The sailors held a | another splash,. but not so heavy, as meeting. Dwo.men were chosen and ‘ed, book shot through sent aft to. ask: for more hard tack ing with a soft spat, (sea biscuits), On going aft the|it slapped the face of the captain delegates were..set. upon by Captain | who n disappeared beneath the Jock and hisymates and mercilessly | Surface of the ocean which is very beaten. Then,the crew rose like one) “eep and mighty, and over which man, one strong, solid body. They| the waves of destiny roll and sweep marched aft tothe captain and “the | on to a better world mighty fist’ led them the way. THE END, oe Oa A Collective Farm in the Workers’ R 4 a ane ea ee blubb nd. length his head. above ighty heave, and like a sack w, Paul tossed the holy cap- h up and far out into the ere was a great splash as epublic - In capitalist America the farmers are robbed by the speculators, what is left, is taxed away by the same government that refunds bil- lions to the boss corporations, their houses and cattle are mortgaged to the landlords, their kids starve. In the Soyiet Union where the workers and farmers drove out the tapitalists;and landlords, the farmers collectively cultivate ever wider tracts of laid, with the most modern machinery, provided for them by the y.and farmers’ government, and thus constantly fmprove their living Semditions. The picture shows a Soviet peasant woman on a tractor. <% JNA CITY (Sung to the Tune of “Clementine”) . By JANET CRUDEN % In a factory, in a city, 4 Grinding push-rods for a car, ‘Worked a grinder, faithful grinder, Making seven bucks a day. And his job was safe and steady he had no use for Reds; ‘Union speakers he detested Asid their “News” he tore to shreds. “<@When the smash came and no cash came /”», And he lost his seven bucks. rag thirty thousand other workers Shel] was looking for a job “<q Basy credit then did vanish, ‘Credit men came to the ‘house; away all that they'd sold him, him only walls and floors. ‘Then the winter found him foodless, But the Welfare worlantis 7 SM For he “owned” a house and: ; do; “4 Bit the Reds came and they told hi In a minute what to do. ~-» ‘So,he joined them and he helped them, And his wife and children, too; Now they want to tell the jobless What they really aught tn do, CHORUS:—Crganize now, orga Organize now, ‘Then we'll get our Work or Wages, Or we'll know the reason why. (Statement by Editorial Board of | New Pioneer Magazine.) | ‘The winning over of the children | from the influence of the bourgeoisie, |through their schools, church and | press, is one of the main tasks be- | fore the working class, if our children are not to become imbued with & strikebreaking end jingoistic spirit. | Today, more than ever before, is the | capitalist class making a sharp fight |for the influence over the children. The working class is faced with the | necessity of making a counter attack |for the control over the influence of the millions of American children. |To do this it is necessary to imme- | diately take up the problem of 2a0- | tually organizing @ mass movement | of working class children. Among the first steps to be taken | for the building up of such a mass movement is the publishing of @ magazine for workers’ and farmers’ ! children, An intensive drive is now taking place to get this magazine out by the First of May. Against the | militaristic, anti-labor propaganda of the tremendous bourgeois children’s press, we must present s workers’ and farmers’ children’s magazine. We, too, can approach the children through their interest in sports, s0- cial life, scoutcraft, and the like. The main purpose of the New Pioneer magazine will be to attract the workers’ children and give them live- ly and interesting material to read, and through this to satisfy their na~- tural interests, at the same time edu- {cating them in the spirit of class struggle against the bourgeoisie. |to be a twenty-four page magazine, | containing fiction stories, sports, ar- | ticles on how to make radios, air- | planes, articles on nature and science, scouting and outdoor life, It is planned to make this magazine avail- | able for every workers’ child, and for | every worker as well. It will sell for |5 cents the copy, and subscriptions are to be 50 cents per year. Workers! Working class children! © ‘This magazine for the children is DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 1 A New Magazine for Workers’ . Children on May First! paigns for the successful carrying [through of the American National | Youth Day on May 30th, in which | all working class children are to take |@ prominent part. Workers and working class organ- izations! Every worker who does not want to see his child turned against his own class by the bour- geosie and their children’s press |should support this magazine, The bosses understand full well the dan- ger to their class in our children’s movement, Already the American Le- gion of California has issued a reso- lution calling for a “physical” fight against the Young Pioneers of Amer- jica. The workers’ organizations must. This magazine will be out by May | consider one of their main tasks the 1st all over the entire country only | building of a children’s movement if you strain every ounce of energy|and the new Pioneer magazine. Or- to create an apparatus to take care | ganize an apparatus for spreading of it and to develop a real campaign |the paper. Adopt it as an official |around it, After May ist comes In- | organ for children in every organ- | ternational Children Campaign, from | ization. Write for it, Send in ad- ‘| munist, the children exist under the most un- z He ‘pearable conditions, We must make | niclans! him to the rail. He stopped. /tnis mternational Children’s Cam-| | paign one of the most rousing in the |history of the children’s movement. | To do this our magazine must come |out in time to mobilize thousands of | children for the campaign. And this | International Children’s Campaign is to be one-of the preparatory camr Paul picked up the 200 pounds of |yyy First to fourteenth. This year| vance orders at once. . held the captain aloft, at) Working class specialists and tech- We must present in the new magazine various technical ac- | tivities such as radio building, wood- work, mechanics, etc. Through these activities we will win the child of the worker and the farmer for our class. Write for the magazine. Help us teach the children all these activi- ties which interest them, COMING OUT! The New Children’s | Magazine Cut Here Stories, Pictures, Laffs, Sports. Twenty-four pages of it! Read and, Subscribe! | {NAME ....... aileaceb veer casceucess ADDRESS 2. ccccccccecccccccccsccece SUB cecescecce YORE .ocvcc.. 3G year Writers! Artists! There is a cry- ing need today for a revolutionary children’s literature. Practically no literature that will give the workers’ child an understanding of the system he lives under exists. It is the duty of all writers and artists to rally be- hind the movement for the magazine. And to the children our appeal is: Write for your magazine. Get other children to write for it. Spread it in school, on breadline, in the streets and in the mills where thousands of child laborers slave. Forward to a real children’s maga- zine of the working class on May Ist. (terms 50c year; 30 half year. Send | max. | hadn’t paid the rent for two months 19800 eee A Negro Worker Joins Up By RAY ROSENFELD E climbed the narrow, dirty stairs until we reached the top of a dingy, smelly hall with garbage strewn about. We knocked at a door and a frightened voice answered, “Who'se there?” “Open the door, sir no fear,” we said. A man opened the door and stuck his head out. “We represent the Communist Party.” Whereupon he ushered us in and asked us to be seated. ‘The room was dimly-lit tn order to save on the electric bill which he hadn’t paid for several months. A few dirty, broken pieces of furniture, a table, some chairs with rags piled high and a small squeeky folding bed. The atmosphere spoke of extreme poverty and want. He was a tall, thin, Negro worker who appeared more dead than alive. His cheeks were sunken in, accentu- ating his cheek bones. His eyes, fal- len in their sockets and lifeless. No teeth. Long skinny arms and legs. A picture of literal starvation! We told this worker that we came to acquaint him with the Workers’ Unemployment ‘Insurance Bill, that we want him to sign the petition for the bill, and also join the Unem- ployed Council. He soon began to express his sym- pathies and tell us about himself, He had been a cook, working in a Fifth Avenue Restaurant for years. One day, the bread-slicing machine took off two fingers of his right hand. Then the boss had no more use for him and fired him. He could get another man who had all his fingers and cheaper too. ‘The Negro worker hasn't been working ever since; and that was a year ago. Since he has been going aroud borrowing money to keep his wife and two children alive. And now he has exhausted all his credit. There were mawy bills to meet. The gas and electric bills hadn’t been paid for the past two months, They threat- ened to shut off the supply. bing voice and now reached the cli- And there was the rent! He and was sent a disposses a few days ago. At this point, the man almost broke down. We began to talk to him and show him that the thing to do was not to starve but to fight! We assured him of help and told him all about the Unemployed Councils, who fought against evictions and how they put the furniture back inte ‘the house of the evitced workers. “Say that’s the kind of organization for me,” he exclaimed, and he’s been to Pioneer, Box 28, Station D, NYC) a good member ever since. “Race Hatred on Trial’ By WILLIAM L, PATTERSON. In the public trial of Comrade Y kinen, @ member of the ‘Finnish Workers’ Club of New York City and also of the Communist Party, the Communist Party of the U. 5. A. has established @ precedent. Comrade Yokinen was charged with entertain- ing views “contrary to the program of the Communist Party and detri- mental to the interests of the work- ing class.” He was charged with | “giving expression to the white su- | periority lies that have been devel- joped consciously by the capitalists and the Southern slave owners.” In the pamphlet, “Race Hatred On | Trial,” we find a detailed account |of the facts which led up to the | trial of Comrade Yokinen and to his expulsion from the American Com- Party—his discrimination ialist wars and so forth, takes workers made an unprovoked, vicious their unending toll of lives of work- | attack upon a Negro worker who ate ing-class men, women and children. | The pamphlet unfolds the manner j jin whtch this small ruling class in capitalist society maintains its posi- tion of power, of life and death over the untold millions of toilers. It shows how the control of this ruling | class of all media of propaganda— and so forth, enables them to spread among the working class the un- scientific, pernicious doctrine of “white superiority.” Tt shows how the acceptance of this vicious doctrine is furthered among the workers by placing the white workers iy a privileged posi- [tion as compared to workers who belong to the so-called colored na- \tion. It shows how subtly this is | the press, schools, theatres, churches, | |platform, against any econmoic sys- | ‘against Negro workers who sought to carried on in America, splitting the enjoy themselves at the Finnish Tanks of the working class, pitting Workers’ Club. Comrade Yokinen | White against Negro, Negro against acted under the influence of the |foreign born, and thus render less capitalist ideology of “white superior- | difficult the exploitation of the | ity.” But “Race Hatred On’ Trial” | Masses as a whole. contains much more than a mere recital of these facts. The trial it~ self was @ ruthless analysis of the | social phenomenon termed “race hatred,” “race prejudice,” ‘white chauvinism,” and, on occasions, “na- | tional .chauvinism.” ‘The pamphlet will bring home to the millions of workers of America, black and white, | who have heard of the trial only by | name, or upon whom the tremendous class significance of the trial has been lost, a comprehensive picture of the source and nature of “race hatred.” It shows the progressive ‘nature of this malignant social can- cer which gnaws upon the very | vitals of the working class. | We have said that Comrade Yoki~ nen was charged with entertaining views contrary to the program of the Communist Party, with harboring ideas “detrimental to the interests of the working class.” What are the basic principles of Communism which jhave a direct bearing upon these questions of “racial perjudice,” “na~ (tional chauvinism,” “white chauvin- | ism?” What interests has the work~ \ ing class which are common to black and white workers alike, which are common ‘to the exploited and op- pressed masses of every nation? \“Race Hatred On Trial” answers these questions clearly, forcefully and irrefutably. It dissects the capitalist: society in which we live, it discloses its class nature, it exposes the inherent an- tagonisms of these classes and the ceaseless struggle of the working class to escape from the insatiate maw of capitalism which through un- employment, wage-cuts and the Jengthening of the working day, im- ‘The pamphlet brings to the fore- front the program of the Commu- nist Party for the internationaliza- tion of the working class; for the united front of the workers of all nations against the united front of the exploiters of all nations. The pamphlet shows this program in action, The trial of Comrade Yo- jkinen, while unique {in the history of the American labor movement, has its counterpart in the interna- tional trial of two white American workers in Soviet Russia, These in their mess hall. A wave of pro- test from the entire working class of Russia overwhelmed these chauvin- ists. They were tried and expelled from the country. The permanent interest of the working class demands | the most unrelenting, the most ruth- less, the most systematic struggle against any political program or | tem which effects by its working Quick TAMES ! THE MIMITIA out a split in the ranks of the ex- ploited masses or retards the con- solidation of these ranks, ‘The program of the Communist Party conclusively shows why the white workers must stand in the front ranks of those struggling to realize this unity, this internation- alization of the working class. The pamphlet proves this to be the very Red Mother Goose By HENRY GEORGE WEISS I Goosey, goosey, tramp man, where do you roam? In jail and out of jail but no place is home, 4 Up state and down state and all around creation Begging for a bite to eat in the rich- est nation. 1 Humpty-Dumpty set op a baw! Because he had nothing to eat at all, Along came the sheriff and sher- iff's men y And beat Humpty-dumpty up again! mm Was nothing but a foreigner, Eating a crust and a crumb, When along came the nation In the name of immigration And said he caused starvation And shipped him back where he came from, - y Vv Hi diddle diddle An empty middle, And a policeman’s clyb o'er the head, Is Hoover's receipt For something to eat. i Drought and sun and hickory-dock Dry up the feed of the farmer's stock, Just like the bosses legally steal From under his nose the farmer's meal, VI The bankers are in the counting- houses hoarding up the money, The workers are in the flop’ houses, starving without any, The parasites at Palm Beach lolling in the water, Hoover in the White House plotting blood and slaughter. Everything is nice and fine, little le starving — Whet a prosperous, splerdid time all the rich are having, acid test of “real international soli- darity of the American white work- ers.” It emphasizes the reasc 1s why the Communist program c:mands “they, the white workers, must boldly jump at the throat of the 100 per cent bandits who strike a Negro in the face,” ‘This little pamphlet shows how the campaign to secure full and complete social, political and econ- omic equality for the Negro masses must be carried into action. It dis- closes how the struggle for the right of self-determination for the Negro masses in the Black Belt of the Southern states, which constitute an oppressed national majority, is the |very pivot of the whole struggle for _the unity of white and black work- jers in America. What must be of supreme interest to the Negro masses of America is the fact that while capitalist Amer- ica, had no fault to find with Com- rade Yokinen,’ whose actions wid- ened the split between white and black workers, the Comrade Yokinen who saw the error of his ways, who saw their effect as an agency de- structive of class solidarity, immedi- ately became “persona. non grata” to the ruling class of America. When. he was no longer willing to be a bearer of the germs of race hatred, the rulers of America began proceed- ings to deport Comrade Yokinen. That the Negro masses must be mob- ilized for determined struggle against the deportation of the militant for- eign workers who are fighting des; perately to unify the working class and to destroy the strongholds of race prejudice is made clear in this pamphlet. But the interest of this pamphlet for the working class is by no means confined to America, ‘The trial of Comrade Yokinen was of an inter- national character. Because of the pressure and influence of capitalist “race superiority” propaganda upon the working class, we will find Com- rade Yokinen’s in every other Party in the Communist International, They must be uncovered and ruth- lessly weeded out. The trial of Com- rade Yokinen illustrates a dramatic moment in the struggle for the in- ternationalization of the working class, It has, therefore, international significance, These lessons must be broadcast, ‘This pamphlet, “Race Hatred On Trial,” must find its way into the hands of millions of workers of every nation and color. No American worker, be he an active revolutionary or not, can afford to miss this ex- posure of the struggle of interna- tional capitalism against the inter- nationalization of Iabom ~~~. ayo It’s A Crime to Be Jobless 1n America Daily Worker; I have read quite a lot, of late, about convict labor in the capitalist press, as regards Soviet Russia. I would like to tell your readers about some of the convict labor I know of right here in the U.S.A. and in the state of Maryland. January, 1930, two friends of mine and myself heard that the Western Electric Company, in Baltimore, Md., were hiring help on a construction of some buildings. Therefore the three of us started to hitch hike it from Albany, N. Y., to Baltimore, Md., after a job. Well, everything went all right until we got as far as Aberdeen, Md., and there we made the mistake of going into a vacant field alongside of the railroad tracks, to rest. We weren't there long, when up came a railroad dick with a gun in his hand as big as a cannon pointed at us, and told us to put our hands up. Off to Jail We were frisked and handcuffed, marched down a road to a place where this dick had his car parked, got in, and were driven to the jail in Aberdeen. And what a jail! No toilet facilities, no running water, and an iron spring to sleep on. There were two cells in the jail, which was of wood and a fire trap. Before we were put in the cell, three in one cell built for two, we were frisked for money. I had seventy-five cents, but my friend had $5 and the other ‘This worker continued in his sob- ; was broke. But any or all of the $5 was his: he ate when we did and slept when we did. There in the other cell was a Cherokee Indian who had been picked up for walking the highway. He was about 24 years of age, and was headed for his home in North Carolina. We were locked up at 2 o'clock p.m., and at 7 o’clock am., we had to put up a big holler to get something to eat. ‘The town has a one man police force: he is chief and everything but the janitor. The janitor is a town bum and is a little cracked in the head, The chief gives him a meal or two a day to look after the jail. About 8 at night, along comes a pretty old Negro. He was all in, after hiking from Baltimore, and he wants a place to sleep. This town bum janitor wants to kick him out, he tells him the jail is full and for him to walk over to the jail in Havre de Grace, seven miles north, We told the ald colored fellow to stay there, and we asked the janitor if he would be responsible if the old fellow got hit with a car. He mum- bled something and then he told the old man he could stay there, but he would have to sit on a chair in the cell and be locked up until morning, the old fellow agreed to that, The jail in that town is like a public toilet, anybody in town can walk in and look your over. About. 9 pm, in comes a husky lad from New York. He héard that they had some New Yorkers in the jail, and he came over to see if he knew us. He was working in the town as a linesman for the A. T. & T. company. He said we were up against it in that town, He said they might lock us up and throw the key away, so we could hardly wait for morning, Getting “Justice” In the morning I had to spend my ‘75e for breakfast. The janitor would not get us anything. He kicked the old Negro out and told him never to stop in that town again. At 11 am. we were taken before the Justice of Peace, five of us all told, there being my two friends, myself, the In- dian lad, and another local lad the chief brought in with him, charged with @runken driving and smashing into another car containing two wo- men, He was tried first. The jus- tice fined him $100 or ninety days. He had no money, so he took the ninety days. The next tried was the Indian. He got ninety days, Then my friend with the $5 was tried separate fiuin us, and was fined $4.65, and given one hour to get out of town. Then my other friend and myself were tried as vagrants, and given 90 days. About 2 p.m. we were handcuffed and placed in a machine, my buddy and myself and the Indian, and the lad that got 90 days for drunken driving. I asked the chief what jail he was going to take us to, and he said the Maryland House of Correc- tion at Gessup’s Cut, Md., 40 miles south of Baltimore. In the car on He Discovers the Communist Party Here itis January 7, 1930, and we're at the gates of the Maryland House of Correction. I am feeling like a Red, and damning this system jail just because he is looking for work. It was not until the Hunger March on Albany, New. York, this winter that I knew there was such a party fighting this damned system of government, the Communist Par- ty, the party of the workers, Well, getting back to the MHC, we are taken inside the jail and the Chief gets his receipt of 4 prisoners ($60.00) and leaves with a smile, There's little smiling we do, We have our supper, one hot dog, a few pota~- toes, bread and black coffee, Then we have our clothing taken away from us, prison clothes issued, and then assigned to our cells. T was assigned to D-2-4 and my friend to D-2-3, the Indian to D-2-2, and the drunken driver to D-2-12, It’s quite a jail; there are 3 wings to it, and there must be 1,200 or 1,400 prisoners all told. The colored are kept apart from the whites as much as possible, the colored eat by themselves, and the whites by them- selves. The same pertains to the cells, Each wing has a name, such as the long timers side, the short timers side and the bums side for 3 and 6 month men. We four were put on the bums side. The place was so full of men that nearly everybody had to double up, two men sleeping and liv- ing in a cell built for one. There was an iron bunk riveted to the wall. My cell mate had that, and I was given a mattress of straw and a blanked pillow slip and sheet, and had to sleep on the floor under my cellmate’s bunk. The Workingman’s Disease The worst part of sleeping undet his bunk was when he would move around at night, he would send clouds of dust down on me from his straw mattress. It wouldn't take much of that to give a man T.B. And that was not all, the place was so full of bed bugs, down there they called them chinces, that we had to stay awake many nights putting soap in the cracks of the walls to hold them in. Nothing holy about those bed bugs, only their bite. Well now we are getting to this prison labor that. Fish is hollering about in Soviet Russia, He doesn’t only have to go 30 miles from Wash- ing*on to the Maryland House of Cor- rection, and there he will see plenty. Forced Labor. ‘There they have a shirt shop and a pants shop which must employ about 800 men, both included. And how they work the men in them! Only the men with most time to do get work in them. My cell mate worked in the shirt shop, where you are gi a task to do. His task was to sew § dozen collars together each day, fa. which he received 25 cents, Te worked from 7 a. m. to 12, and fro: 1p, m. to 5 p. ni, five days a week, and half a day on Saturday. If he could not do his task, he was sent to his cell and a man who could re- placed him. You have to work as a learner for a few weeks before you can try for a task with pay. There’s times they hold work back on you and through that you lose your 25 cents. Each man has a different task, one man has collars, another cuffs, another pockets, shirt fronts, and so on. In the pants shop it is the same, only they get a little more for their task. They also put the men to work on the roads at 50 cents a day. Some one is making a pile of dough! The people that get contracts from the state to exploit prison labor, closed their shops in Baltimore, throwing all their help on the street, and move all their machinery to the prison shops. Pretty affair, eh? Workers, Awake! It's time the workers of Baltimore and the country woke up, or pretty soon you will have to go to jail ta get a job, Well, here it is March 23, 1931. I have paid my debt to society for the terrible crime of looking for Correction, and the days is because that they will accept them work, (76 days off for good time). There were two brothers by the name of Woods, big shot politicians in jail at that time, who stole millions from the state’s funds for roads. Don't know “how they got in there, suppose they didn’t split right! Well anyway, they have the cream in jail, they were fed the best on a special” diet in the prison hospital, whereas we proletarians were fed about the same as the Salvation Army feeds, rotten! ~—W. ©. T. “Force ts the midwife of every old society pregnant with a new one. It is itself an economic power,’—Maras of government that puts a man in § } i i

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