The Daily Worker Newspaper, July 8, 1933, Page 4

Page Four ——.. “CORPORAL” SAM as 'HE first day I worked on a build- ing I noticed Sam Cafly, a fellow painter. He didn’t belong to my gang, so we only met during our lunch time. While washing hands he cu d t painters for being such |: loafers that instead of-bringing a pla’ y sat down on, the cold cement floor, in all kinds of dirt ¢ he yelled help me. Till bring a good long you sons of 2 new the shop. i jumped up right away and the two of us went to look fora He asked me my “My name's “Thi sons of they wouldn't move or the devil didn’t chase ’em. We get the same lunch-time they do an’ Still we ¢ to serve th behinds, the bunch of sons of — Yes- one of the poles of the -rack busted because they hung so much stuff on it. All the Clothes fell to floor, and they left ‘em there mer than make anoth: d to fix that, too. It’s true th whole thing is only two poles and a plank and a they're too lazy sons of —— He keeps himself to eat in a of his yes- re about such y concern is that uld finish 90 windows n't care if his work- He rs themsel me he was on the French corporal each man a day. He d men eat on 2 we're buddies a soldier, too, in So we became is I was teamed up and while the Job lasted on the building we Painted the ceilings of rooms and chens together. Sam spoke of frent all the time, and of 2 I came back with my own encct; so soon we were pointed out the “soldier-paint- ers” when we came down to lunch. job we parted. He for a different nly Wednesday ion meetings. " he greeted was my the union, tly smoking his t to him, he some- n criticism of the of the membership of driving them out, inst the i Ising up and down in the en “Gosh! . WI ong to the front? Why didn't bes face the man machine- gums, thes: hercic gangsters and these mouthed _ politicia i didn’t they come ‘This was the only comment I ever heard from him at a meeting. Even then the chairman waved him down, saying that he was out of a fury, rs, turn- sheuted, “He's right!” But as things began to go badly with us. and we all felt the effects of the Fe Sam_be- >. 1nore He'd n months, been Out Oo: a and he began to be sore. “Hell! If I pay had my good fe gun in my hands or if I'd on! by a sackful of hand grenades 5 Chateau Th: why, how I could use ’em now! Then these gangsters and politicians wouldn't be shoot- ing off their mouths.” “SHE’S A NICE FELLOW!” Sam was typical of the workers who lack class-consciousness. He didn’t hate the boss. “Why, he's a nice fcllow!” He greeted us ¥ he came ee on the job on e, he'd be cr + that we fi wirdovs a day, especially since the workers themselves were driving each other. They were competing with each other to be kept on the job’ by the foreman. Is the boss to blame if he employs none of the older craftsmen, but hires all the young Swedes? Before he puts them on, the foreman can feel the “.,. before he puts them on, the foreman can feel of the muscles of these Swedish boy.” muscles of these Swedish boys to see if they can stand finishing 20 ceilings a day. Even these only get hired every other week by the boss, One week's work, one week's rest, 0 that they should have their full _ Strength when they do work. And stiil the boss is not to blame. The workers themselves spoil the trade. Sam saw the “enemy” around himself daily—the other painters | who. were continually competing, driving, fighting each other on the _ job, and they were soft, character; they sat down on rub- bish’ heaps to lunch. Sam had no idea of things happening behind the closed doors of Wall Strest, but he saw very well the union politi- cians dealing themselves the fattest jobs and the way they used the Gangsters to frighten the members. without | | the army. By EMERY BALINT He saw that the greater part of the members were gabbing and loafing in the street in front of union headqu: rs, always gabbing, es ing and gabbing, or that they wer sitting in moking their pipes; there was no revolt in them. Like old women, they were content to be driven and even glad to land a job here and | there, I was fond of Sam. Besides being the same of having been soldiers meant an added tie between us. We ex- changed addresses, so that in case one of us got a job the other should stand a chance of getting in on it. On one of the Wednesday eve- ning meetings Sam told me happily that he had his son signed up with A strong, twenty-year- old, handsome boy. No profession | —and hadn’t had a job for years; to prevent his loafing, to make a man of him. But I know he says this just as an excuse. Actually he is very proud of his boy, his soldier = cod & 's a man-sized kid all right—but a big bum. They'll make a man outa him in the army. at yourself; you know that the man who wasn’t a soldier was no good— and the bigger bum he was as a civilian, the better soldier he made.” R a long time, for over a year, I didn’t see Sam. He didn’t come to the Union meetings. I was even a little angry with him. He must have got a good job and | instead of getting me in on it, he just kept away. In these bitter times some workers behave like hungry dogs; as soon as they find a bone, they run away from dog society for fear the other hungry dogs will take it away from them. Then, one day: “How's the soldier?” Sam greeted me. “How's swered. “Which one?” asked Sam. old corporal or the young one? That's how I learned that his son was already a corporal. Sam said his son was serving in Washington, a swell soldier, the pride of the U. S. Army, the best shot, the best marcher, the best to call commands, the best in everything. Sam had gone to Washington last month to visit him, and his son had intro- duced him to the lieutenant on duty. the Corporal?” I an-- ‘The Veteran corporal. Wounded on the French front, decorated for heroism, honorably discharged . this is my father... . The officer shook hands with him. Sam spent an entire after- noon with the soldiers in the bar- racks. He described the French front and showed them a few tricks with the gun. “Goce! The way I can still do vem! Just as if I'd a’ left off yes- terday!” Sam’s face beamed. When I asked why he hadn't shown himself for so long, his beaming face became cloudy. “PROSPERITY” “a HAD a lotta trouble. There was no work, my wife died and my house was foreclosed. Well, I'm like the rest of us. Prosperity. I got a furnished room, $3 a week; but now I can’t even pay that to | the woman. If we get the bonus Tll be OK. After all, the U. S. won't let its own veterans die on the rubbish heap. The veterans have marched to Washington. I'll go after ’em, too, an’ oh, boy! We'll have a good time when Sam comes home with his pockets full—with bonus dollars. “T wouldn't mind if us painters would start doing things to better | I'm with you if we start | But | our lot something. I’m always ready. if we painters go on sleeping, I'll go for my bonus and that’s how Ill help myself. Things can’t go on like this long. Everybody’s duty is to help himself as best he can.” That same week Sam got a job, | | ond Symphony, Moussorgsky’s: Night and on Saturday looked me uv at my place to tell me to go inon Monday, maybe they'd need an- other man at the shop. That’s how Sam and I got together again on the same job. Meanwhile the veterans marched into Washington and Sam stayed on the job. From day to day I saw | how he suffered for not having been able to go. “Tm full up with debts,” he said. “I ought to be glad to work. The Legion Post don’t let me go either; they know I've got a job.” Sam bought three or four papers every morning, and the first thing he read was always the case of the veterans in Washington. On the job he told us what he read. He ac- tually saw the tents and the shan- ties with his buddies in them. He saw them cooking on the fire in the open, he felt himself so strong- ly among them that he was un- able to think or talk of anything else. When the news came that the veterans were to evacuate their | quarters by the fourth of August, Sam was beside himself. He struck | the ceiling with his brush with such force, he painted so vehe- mently that I was hardly able to | keep pace with him. “Hey, Sam! If you go on like this we'll finish 25 instead of 20 ceilings. Don’t be sore, that only benefits the boss.” “T quit on Friday,” declared Sam. “I'm going to Washington. They need new strength there. We'll storm the Capitol. I'll clean up all the Senators and Congressmen sin- | gle-handed. Damn it, the veterans | are old women. Sam's missing from there. That's what's wrong there.” Sam said this on Wednesday. On the Thursday following( on that bloody Thursday, the U. S. army as we know, drove the veterans out | of Washington. Sam was very si- lent and on Saturday he left for Washington to talk with his son, BACK FROM WASHINGTON HK came back on Monday—broken. When we changed our clothes in the morning I saw that he was hardly able to put on his overalls, I asked the foreman to be teamed the Day Room a aieely | Look | DAILY WORKER, NEW YO, KX, SATURDAY, JULY 8, 1933 with Sam and—well, we ished 16 ceilings that day. all broken up. At first what the trouble w boy? But he and kept silent y waved his hand t lunch time he went down to eat at the cafeteria, alone. He didn’t want to be with us. And we talked only.of him. What | could be the matter with Sam? Did he have some trouble? Was ‘he “rank and filer,” the fact | . he was hardly able to put on his overalls.” —By QUIRT. ashamed of Perhaps both? | _ On the way home I went up to him and said, “Well. this the famous army Not even telling your “buddy what's eating you, hey?” “Pp you—the whole army. ” He started cursing fluently. “That corporal—the kid was there against the veterans—my kid—with his bayonet against the veterans— the son of ab. . He finished the sentence with a new burst of cursing. Suddenly he leit me flat on- the street. He didn't come to work either. Sam felt ashamed of him- self before me on account of his son se (CONCLUDED MONDAY something? TheatreGuild Will Produce Scottsboro » Play by J. Wexley HEY SHALL NOT DIEi? new play based on the Scot®- boro case, written by John Wex+ | ley, a member of the John Reed | Club of New York, has-been | bought for early September pro- | duction by the Theatre Guild. Wexley, who recently returned | from the Soviet Union where he | made an extended study o: the | Soviet theatre, is the author of | “The Last Mile,” which was’ pre- 4 sented on Broadway in -1930," and | “Steel,” presented in the Fall,.of 1931. “They Shall Not Die!” is also being considered for production in Moscow, it is reported. ALL-RUSSIAN PROGRAM AT STADIUM MONDAY ILLEM VAN HOOGSTRATEN will direct the Philharmonic- Symphony Orchestra this Sunday night in a program which will-in- clude the Weber “Euryanthe” Over- ture, the Tchaikovsky “Pathetique” Symphony, the Dream Pantomime from “Hansel and Gretel,” Dehus- sy’s Fetes, Johann Strauss’ “Em- peror” Waltz, and Richard Strauss’ “Death and Transfiguration.” Monday will be a Russian night, featuring the Rachmaninoff. Sec- on Bald Mountain, Ippolitoff-Ivan- off's Caucasian Sketches, “1819” Overture of Tchaikovsky. Tuesday: Symphony No, 3 ‘in E- from “Die Meistersinger,” Baccha- nale from “Tannhauser,” and Ride of the Valkyries by Wagner. Wednesday: Overture, “The He- brides,” Mendelssohn; Suite, “Im- | pressions of Italy,” Charpentier; Symphony in C Major (“Jupiter”), Mozart; Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2, Liszt. Thursday: Symphony No. 7 in A major, Beethoven; Francesca “da Rimini, Tchaikovsky; Two Elegeiac Melodies for Strings, Grieg; Waltz, “Tales from the Vienna Woods,” Johann Strauss; “Egmont” Over- ture, Beethoven. Friday: Overture to “The Mar= riage of Figaro,” Mozart; Sym- phony in A minor (“Scotch”), Men- | delssohn; Slavonic Dances, Dvorak; | “The Pleasure-Dome of Kubla |Kan,” Griffes; “Nutcracker” Suite, Tchaikovsky. ‘i | Saturday: Overture to “Der Frei- schutz, Weber; Symphony in B minor (“Unfinished”), Schubert; “Peer Gynt” Suite No. 1, Grefg; Symphonic Poem, “Les Preludes,” Liszt. Not a Laugh in a Carload IN GOLD WE TRUST. A Book of Satire, by Larry Harr. TIllus- trated by William Gropper. Hu- mor and Satire Publishing Co., 32 Union Square, Room 1112, New York. Cae eas 'HIS is a 16-page book of dull sa- tire on the “New Deal,” ‘with particular emphasis on the Morgan investigation just concluded in | Washington. Its contents include | @ letter from Al Capone to J, P. Morgan and Morgan's reply; “Fa- mous Last Words; the Crisis,” and “The New Deal or How to Bring Prosperity Back.” Careful examination of the pam- phlet reveals a few traces of humor, Two cartoons by William Gropper, staff artist of the “Morning Frei- heit” lend distinction to the book. —B. kK. and the | flat, Beethoven; Prelude to Act-III | of “Die Meistersinger,” Prizé Song | a The Martyrdom of Saint Fox’ HORT SToRY: | According to Upton Sinclair UPTON SINCLAIR PRESENTS WILLIAM FOX. By Upton Sin- clair. Published by author, West Branch, Cal, ie: eile Reviewed by SAMUEL BRODY ENIN once told Maxim Gorki that he would like to see a book der by its capitalist rulers; which would dramatize the robbery of the world’s mines, mills. waters, forests, railroads, ete. from its rightful owners, the workers who toil in these mines and mills. This desire of Lenin’s was exvressed some 25 years ago and remains un- realized to this day. When such a book is written—and it is bound to be—I know now that Upton Sin- clair, of West Branch, California, will not be its author. Even Sinclair’s most faithful and consistent admirers will agree with | me after reading “Upton Sinclair Presents William Fox,” for here is a book that does not tell how the master class is enslaving, degrading and starving millions of werkers in its relentless efforts to capture more of the earth and its wealth, but instead holds up before us as a martyr one of the plunderers and degraders himself, who happens to have been victimized by members of his own class. AD Upton Sinclair limited him- self to an expose of the cut- throat methods employed by Amer- ican finance capitalists in their struggle for power, and the his- torically-unparalleled political cor- ruption in Washington. that consti- tutes an inevitable part of that struggle, then “William Fox” might be set down as a valuable contri- bution to the all-too-meager lit- erature on the subject. Sinclair has completely negated the value of his book, however, by the light in which he has chosen to present that arch-poisoner of the minds of the American masses, William Fox. He has fallen all over himself in an attempt to present Fox in a sympathetic light. So skillfully has Sinclair turned the trick that one closes the book full of compassion for the “hero,” now left to tide over these hard times with a few scraps of paper known as the Tri-Ergon patents, and a mere cash fortune of twenty million dollars! “There is no longer any room for the little $10,000,000 business man,” Sinclair weeps. “William Fox” contains a supple- ment in the form of a letter writ- ten by Mrs. Upton Sinclair (now famous for her part in bringing about the rape of FEisenstein’s “Thunder Over Mexico”) to Mrs. William Fox. In this letter she has given an index to the tone in which her husband’s book is con- ceived: “First I want to get it clear that I am writing as one who recognizes William Fox as a great man. In the terrific battle of competitive humanity, he has proven his superiority as 2 swordsman.” “William Fox started in the motion picture business in the year 1904, he being then 26 years of age, and putting in a capital of $1,600. He worked with de- moniac energy for 25 years, at the end of which time he controlled from four to five hundred mil- lions of dollars,” Sinclair’s _ professed principles flew out of the window the very minute that William Fox came in through the door. How else can you explain his plea for Fox: Socialist | | | | | ou have said in the book | that pictures for use in the | schools should be made through | government agency, and you have said you would be very glad to | have this done without royalty | payment to you. It is but a small | additional step to apply that principle to all motion pictures, and you will have made the great renunciation, and performed the | supreme act so far as your job | is concerned.” How can anyone dare to speak "| of making films through capitalist | | | government agency at a time when | Hollywood is working in the clos- | est co-operation with the Ameri- | can government in the production of, | films calculated to teach the work- | ers that starvation and forced la- | bor are good for them, in prepara- | tion for another imperialist war! To Sinclair a film like “Gabriel Over the White House” ought to represent the very culmination of his confused dream about “motion pictures through government agen- cy.” Or does he prefer “Roosevelt, Man of the Hour,” or “The Big Drive,” or a score of similar films? Mrs. Sinclair thinks that Fox's “will-to-power should be expanding happily in the field of motion pic- tures, the production and distribu- tion of which he understands and loves.” ee ote ‘OR a quarter of a century Fox produced films which were un- questionably on the lowest level of | the general run of Hollywood pro- | ductions. These films were an ac- | tive force and a useful weapon in | the hands of the ruling class in | filling the masses’ heads with | dreams and ideas meant to make | them forget the realities of their miserable everyday lives. When it | became necessary, Fox used his | films openly to stir up patriotic | feeling, as he did during the World War. In 1923 he produced a das- | tardly attack on the Soviet Union | called “Red Russia Revealed,” and another film directed by Victor | Schertainger, “Siberia.” ‘These are the films “the produc- tion and distribution of which he | understands and loves.” Here are a few titles of films produced by Fox, picked entirely at random: “Elope If You Must,” “Man’s Size,” “Whatever She Wants,” “Ankles Preferred,” “All for a Husband,” “Midnite Kiss,” “Pajamas,” ete. “The Cock-Eyed World” and “Girls than recruiting propaganda films for the U. S. Marines. Why did the man who laid down the thesis in an earlier book that “all art is propaganda” treat a man like Fox as politely and sym- | pathetically as he did? If Upton Sinclair still believes that all art is propaganda, how does he explain his praise for films like “Four Sons” and “Sunrise” on the basis of their being capitalist or work- ing class propaganda? (Inciden- tally, Sinclair's admiration for | these films now explains why he was able to call Sol Lesser’s ver- of All Nations” were nothing less. WHEN T HE HOUR STRIKES By SEYMOUR WALDMAN. (Author of “Death and Profits”, an Expose of War Policies Commission, and “The Dead Insist on Living,” a social drama). Though ten millions rot, IL And more still cry from cruel wounds — 1914's toll— The imperialists (panting for new marketr Press again To pour more workers’ blood Into their profit vats, While workers beg for bread and i. live in pain, Multiple-winged bombers ascend, prepared to drop new deaths. While workers sleep in the streets, huddled into balls, Long range guns surround capital's cities. While workers suck juice from garbage, crowding out the rats, New cruisers point towards even far China’s waters, (Their owners need new markets) While workers gulp stinking air in fetid holes, through slits in slums, Science makes and stores the final poison, new gases. While workers see their children sweated and hear their wail, Capital pays pacifists to blind its slaves and stem their growing wrath. im All workers of brawn and brain, Diggers of deep tunnels, diggers holing-through the earth, Steelworkers, coalheavers, porters, ragpickers, soldiers, waiters, cabmen, farmhands, weeders, sailors, longshoremen, trackmen, conductors, millhands, loaders .‘ ships, molders, gunmakers—black and white. Capital Soon again Would sear you, scorch, smother, Drive steel through your flesh, te: drown you in mud and blood, ar out your eyes (with bullets), Blast your knees to crumbs of bone, Sweep away your jaws, And terrible more. All this is planned when the fascist work is don , All this is scheduled In the name of God and “fatherland” Iv. But listen, workers, toilers in every slayeland, Know that the only fatherland is That all else misleads. the workers’ fatherland, Brush aside the yelping jingoes, the solemn dividended-patrioteers, Turn out the misleaders, the masters’ well-paid voices, Spit on the lying poets, satisfied with comfortable despair, Smash the learned professorial flunkies, sharers in your minted blood, Tie up the powder-laden ships, Direct their course with workers’ Listen, lungs. When they again would play the old imperialist tune, And would coil the lash, Think— Take the gun (while greeting and speaking to your fellow-worker) But forget not, when your hour strikes, To turn it backward Upon the real enemy. WILLIAM FOX sion of Eisenstein’s “Que Mexico!” a great film!) Viva INCLAIR has bent all the way back in an effort to make the reader understand that he is con- sciously treating Hollywood gently. “I hope that no ‘one will get the idea that my comparison means that I am comparing the productions of the picture stu- dios with that of the packing- house: Sin actually believes that the products of the picture studios of Hollywood are essentially less mal- odoreus than the Chicago packing- houses! Sinclair quotes the following. from William Fox’s story without a@ word of real critical comment, as though it were just a part of the natura scheme of life that must be accepted cold-bloodedly. He limits himself to felicitating his “hero” for his unusual frankness: “I told Greefield that I was an admirer of Mr. Hoover, and that I was dosirous of working for his election, and that my companies could be instrumental in his elec- ton; that the Fox Film Corpora- tion made and released in the theatres of America the Fox Movietone News, and that I weuld be happy to devote it in behatf of Herbert Hoover; that the Fox Movietone News has 10,- 000,000 theatre patrons, and I considered it a very strong force, and a great ally for any political party to have.” And in a talk with Herbert Hoo- ver: I told him of my admiration for him and my willingness to work for his election. I told him frankly of my using Movietone News in behalf of his nomination, and that for the election cam- paign I would be glad to take the most efficient executive I had, and put him in charge of all the Picture work that Mr. Hoover weuld like to have. Mr. Hoover replied that my offer was the most generous ene that he had as yet received during his cam- paign, and that he appreciated it.” CONFUSING AND MISLEADING Sinclair, Fox’s war with the “credit conspirators” represents the struggle of a greedy and merci- jecs handful of Wall Street finan- ciers to destroy and swallow a great, hard-working industrial ge- nius and organizer. Despite the above revelation, from his “hero's” | own mouth, which should have damned this despicable Fox in his eyes, Sinclair retains intact this immaculate conception of Ameri- can capitalism to be admired and Pitied, and winds up with an ap- peal to the Halseys, Stuarts, Wig- gins, Baruchs, and Dillons, about whom he wrote a few chapters ear- lier, that “perjury, jury-bribing, wire-tapping, burglary, arson and even murder” are part of their technique: “... You who have the wealth, the leisure, the training in com- mand, you have yet time to help us, if you will. If you can per- form the supreme act of humili- ty, of self-renunciation, if you can bring yourself to cancel your paper titles, to wipe from your hearts your ideals of private prof- it, and lend your skill and energy to a free and happy world!” “Upton Sinclair Presents William Fox” establishes with conclusive proof the fact that the House of Morgan owns Hollywood as com- pletely as it does Washington cabi- nets. But, notwithstanding the wealth of material it presents in this connection, it remains a con- fusing and misleading book. KING’S VACATION A GOOD royalist becomes a rabid “anarchist” in the space of one Teel. The ee takes a shot at the king, s, is caught and brought befo: tine He king for ques- tioning: After exchanging con- fidences in which the king empha- sizes his complete agreement with the assassin’s reasons for the at- tempted killing, his royal highness sends him away a free man, The next day as the king’s coach pas- ses down the avenue, the erstwhile defender of the people is shown yelling at the top of lungs— hurrah for the king, 1 live the king! Need we bay re about. this film starring Geol Arliss? —D. P. Red Athletes on the © Red Square in Moscow. By N. OSCOW.—For sheer pageantry and color the annual athletic parade, held here on June 12, was | a magnificent spectacle. Against the setting of the Red Square, which is always thrilling and which was for this occasion decked out with streamers, panels and the “G. T. O.,”* athletic emblem of the U. S. S. R,, passed in review, col- umn after column of men and women clad in light sport wear of many patterns and colors. These were the sport societies of the vari- ous plants and factories of Mos- cow and each factory came with its own color scheme and its own assortment of light and heavy ath- letics. Brigades of white-trousered athletes, bare-headed and wearing white sport shirts, alternated with units wearing colored trunks and shirts of the bathing suit type, to- gether with their bri presenting a symphony of color- combinations. There were flaming reds-and pale lavenders, navy blues and bluish greys, with several shad- ings of each color and in many fetching combinations: grey-and- blue, white-and-blue. ‘ed-and- white, all white with blue emblems, all blue with red emblems, and so on and so on. Phalanx after phal- anx marched by the reviewing stands in faultless formation, keep- ing perfect time, with light springy | heads up, chests out and— | steps, faces beaming. It was a superb spectacle animated by something over and above pageantry, glitter- ing with a brightness beyond color schemes and ringing with overtones that lent peculiar magic to the familiar revolutionary airs played by the orchestras and sung by the marchers. WORKERS FROM BENCH It was the spirit of the thing. The athletic festival was not a sport event, as we know it in cap- italist countries. It was a demon- stration of the fitness of the So- viet youth for the fulfillment of its historic task—building socialism. | These athletes were not profession- | als—nor pampered “amateurs,” they | were workers from the bench, men and women who make machines, melt metal, manufacture clothes, pave streets, build homes, operate trolley cars, fly airplanes — the makers, builders and masters of the new order. In their pursuit of sports and athletics they never lose sight of the larger meaning of physical culture in the Soviet Union—the slogan which speaks in white let- ters from the red panel on the G.U.M. Building opposite the Lenin Mausoleum: “We must raise a new generation of healthy, cheerful workers, capable of enhancing the strength of the Soviet land, de- fending it staunchly from the at- tacks of its enemies” (Stalin). It is in this sense that the sport pa- geant was magnificent and it was this magnificence of healthy, joy- ous masses of the proletariat that thrilled the spectators on the side- lines and emanated from the beam- ing faces of the athletes. Mc. ee HEY marched in units represent- ing various types of athletics— track runners and oarsmen, tennis players and swimmers, soccer teams and fencers, hockey players and boxers. Some units bore aloft th> implements of their sport—a sway- ing wave of tennis racquets, a for- est of oars, a moving mass of box~ ing gloves; others left their sport- ing things behind and merely par- aded their splendid marching dis- cipline and fetching athletic uni- forms; there were columns of men | alternating with women’s columns, middle-aged workers kept step with youngsters—but all of them march- ed behind the banners of their plants and factories. The parade proceeded in sections representing the various districts of Moscow, and at the head of each district came the unit of color-bearers with the banners of the plants and fac- tories of the given districts massed in an impressive and thrilling ar- Tay. Many of these banners had been won and lost in the stirring campaigns of socialist competition. Not a district but had a number of such trophies of victory won in the battles for socialism; not a plant but displayed proudly its insignia of reward and recognition for out- standing achievements in the field of socialist construction. And when they marched by the reviewing stands, submitting themselves to the inspection of the leaders of the Communist Party and the Soviet government, to the scrutinizing eyes of the newspapermen and the mer- ciless lenses of the movie-cameras —these hundred thousand proletar- ians knew very well that they were passing muster before the eyes of toiling humanity not merely as - athletes, not merely as skilled per- formers on the sport arcnas, but also and mainly as builders of so- ciallsm. Their very fitness in a physical sense was a measure of their fitness to rebuild the country on new foundation, setting a model it skull-caps | BUCHWALD | and giving inspiration to the work- ers of the rest of the world. Hence this flawless step, hence this per- fect formation, hence—the splendor of the parade behind the banners of socialist industry. | MASTERPIECE OF PAGEANTRY The full splendor of the parade does not lend itself to description. Leaving everything else aside, it was a masterpiece of pageantry. The Red Square, with its naturally dec- orative setting, was decked out not merely with streamers, panels and bunting, but with a skillful array of masses of athletes as well. Long before the parade began, several units of the paraders occupied the Red Square, forming two segmented columns that ran the whole length of the square. Banners, colored sport-uniforms and glittering in- struments of the orchestras com- bined to give the scene a bright, festive joyous appearance. A bril- liant hot sun flooded the square, adding luster to every color-shade of the ensemble. A large yellow balloon stood out strikingly in the general color scheme. The balloon | was fastened at the end of the Square nearest the St. Basil Cath- edral and itself looked like one,.of the cupolas £ that gorgeous his- toric monument, except for the bright yellow and for the huge “G.T.O.” emblem enbroidered upon it in red and white. oth eae HORTLY before 2 p. m., Stalin, Molotov, Voroshilov, Kagano- vich, Kalinin, Mikoyan and other Soviet leaders appchred on the re« viewing stand near the Lenin Mau- soleum. They were greeted with an ovation. Then followed the cere- mony of “receiving the parade” by a group of Moscow Party, govern- ment and trade union leaders, whereupon Antipov, chairman of the Supreme Council of the Union of Physical Culture, delivered a short address that rang clear and loud through the loud-speakers. The parade then commenced. The first unit, with the massed colors of its district, marched up, as the spectators applauded and the cam- eramen got busy. The units sta- tioned on the Square re-formed to allow for the massing of the or- chestra into one giant orchestra that remained on the Square thru- out the parade and supplied the music for the o¢casion. Seemingly the stationary athletic units on the Square remained motionless all the time and the general formation was left undisturbed. Actually unit aft- er unit joined in the parade, with other arriving units taking their place unobsrusively and maintain- ing the same formation. Thus, the Red Square was irridescent with changing color not only of the marching stream but also of the stationary ranks. Ce vet ‘HE weather was hot and oppres- sive. It looked as if a storm was coming on fast. But the sky de- layed its deluge which broke out in all its fury later in the evening. The parade flowed on, the living color wave continued swelling. Two So- viet made dirigibles appeared and circling over the Square added their dazzling silver to the color-scheme and their smooth graceful flight— to the sense of buoyancy and self- confidence of the marching ranks of red athletes. Then came the various exercises of the athletes, the bicycle brigade, the calesthenic ex- ercises, etc. The spectators were particularly thrilled by the intri- cate and marvelously precise moye- ments of the athletes that. resulted in the words “Greetings to Stalin” and “Greetings to the Central Com- mittee” formed by red athletes upon the Red Square. ‘The parade disbanded at several points and the marchers soon were mixed with the crowds in the streets and squares. There was little dif- ference between the paraders and the onlookers and passers-by. It was the same mass of Moscow toil- ers. Tomorrow they will be found | side by side in the factories, and when the day’s work will be done— tens of thousands of workers will again betake themselves to the ath- letic fields of their factories, to the gymnasia of their workers’ clubs, to the shooting ranges of their de- fense circles and again find recrea- tion in various athletic practices, at the same time proving their right to wear the “G.T.O.” emblem which means “fit for labor and defense”— labor on behalf of socialism and defense of the socialist fatherland of the proletariat. NOTE:—“G.T.0.” stands for the Russian “gotov k-trudu i-obo- ronie,” meaning “fit for labor and defense.” Every year millions try for, and hundreds of ‘thousands win the “G.T.O.” emblem after passing a number of athletic tests, The G.T.O.” emblem is a circular plate with a running athlete epg in the five-pointed Red Worker-sportsmen on parade during recent Mosco@ sport demons strations. 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