The Daily Worker Newspaper, August 17, 1933, Page 5

ee ) \ ’ | oP inh ttre Illustrations by Philip Wolfe THE STQRY SO FAR: Slim, a member of the Marine Workers In- dustrial Union; aboard the S$. S, Utah, bound for Copenhagen, Stockholm, Helsingfors, Leningrad, and Gdynia, workers on ship. gets into a discussion with his fellow He turns an argument about “good and bad girls” into % discussion of the Soviet’ Union and why all workers should defend it. Re quotes the Daily. Worker, several copies of which he has brought on voard with him. Now read on: “What's Meaner Than 2A Rate: ‘HE next .morning, as. .Slim was washing. up- for dinner, one of the Cadets came over to him. “Say Rogers, the Old Man wants to see you up in the saloon.” Slim finished shaving. He ex- pected this {vould be ¢oting sooner or later, °° The Skipper, a pink, fugfaced Nor- wegian, was just putting a bottle of Johnny Walker Away as Slim stepped inté~his den. “He made a terribly severe “face. “What's this I hear about your king propaganda and: passing out ‘obbly literature aboard ‘my vessel!” “Who's heen: telling you this?” ‘bountered Slim. “Never mind that! My men have been with me -long enough, and I ‘trust them!” “Well, whoever told. you I’ve been passing out-.Wobbly literature is a liar,” insisted Slim, “and-if you bring him up here I'll tell it. to his face.” The Captain. opened a drawer in *" jis desk and- held up. a stack of papers. “Do you deny bringing this crap aboard my yessel?” i , “No. Those are my magazines.” “Well, what were you just lying about?” “T denied ‘piiSsing ott Wobbly lit- e. That's Communist litera- ture. what you have there.” The Skipper looked quizzingly at Slim. “Weil, its all the sarte rot to.me and Tit have none of it on my vessel.” He- drew his head back fm rightcous indignation. “Got any moro back there?” + “I don’t know.yet.. I'll have to go back and ¢ how much of it thet rat brought up here.” “Young man!” The Captain got up and took a step taifards the sea- “Take miy advite. and don’t ~ any trouble, because if you do, ‘ll finish it.” 1N ting washed=for dinner. gang coming off watch already knew the fo'castle,-the menpsyere get- The black abcui Slim’s being called into the lion’s den, and-everybody waited ex- peciantly. As they were eating, Slim came in. He took his place at the table without 2 word. An unusual silence pervaded ‘the mtéssteem, and the men felt cnricucly nterMfortable Gunnar came ‘ii from the Wheel and seeing Slim, bfcx out: “Tey, what is up between you ¢ Old Men? I could hear the walrus clear up in the wheelhouse.” “Oh, the Siipper just’ dyked me & little question” ~~ 3 Some of the men stopped chew- ing and glanced toward Slim “The skippéebnsked me—if I knew whet war—neaner than @ rat!” ‘Tho las: words he rapped out one by 0 But no one budged guiltily. Slim- wes sorry -he couldn’t watch the bos’n, whaxsat on the other side of the partitions (Se “Yeah?” asked Gunnar, with a glance at Slim's fisted hands. “Yeah,—and I told him the only creeping things.I knew of meaner thon a rat was,.a STOOL!” With this ash, word. he, threw his spoon down end sorang.up. But no one budged... Chris banged_a couple of plates into the sink. The Pro- cor reached for another helping ans. Gunnar curse pen ra o’clocks*ivtien the ‘meh turned , Slim looked the bookshelf over. all the.radical literature was He looked under..his mat- gone. trets, where he had stowed some un- read magazines, They, wete un- touche¢. Ho took them out, printed across the ton of each copy in big letters: “Property. of Henry F. Rog- ero” ond lsid.them on. the book- shelf. rt * Bedic. his.degkboy buddie, came in, He liked this,kid .who at 15 years of age had to help,support his mother onthe 20 dollafs per month he got. “Sey Ed, do you know, , anything about the literature on that shelf?” The kid glancéd cautiously out the alleyway. sit iy “Sure! Whéi’ the “skipper, the mate, and thy bétly-robber were mak- ing the rounds: this morning! You were sleeping ard I made believe I was too. The mate went over and grabbed those papers and brought them out to thé.Old Man.” So that was ‘it! But who told the mate? Slim walked out to the mess- room. bey “Say Fritz, who do you. think it i shruggéd’ bis shoulders, and Wagenies scraping the slops off the Bos n?” ed Slim.” + ake ee “No, I don’t think so. Bos’n’s a ttle cracked about iosing his job, put I don’t think he'd do, anything ike that.” a 1 “Blackey?” °°?"" nae Fritz threw: ‘back impatiently: “11 . . I knew, do you think I’d bring the bastard anything to eat?” Slim was still no wiser than be- fore. Who could it be? Steam Going Up E incident between Slim and the Captain seemed to be as quickly forgotten as a distant whale sighted in passing. The whale is observed with interest for a minute, and then with its submergence is forgotten. The crew went about their work as usual, The watch below lay in their bunks, the passengers lazily digested their last meal, the cooks prepared the next one. After supper, the second engineer loafed for a minute behind the gal- ley, sucking on a toothpick as was his habit. Lean, with sharply point- ed features, a sensitive nose and quick movements, he brought to mind a wary wolf. He seemed to be ob- serving the density of the smoke leaving the stack, the wind, the ship's wake, — but what he really was watching was the crews’ fo’castle. In the officers’ mess, there had been talk about a seaman, a Red. Would that be the lanky lad with the broken shoes? He always seemed so reserved and watchful. A Red, hey? The second laughed to himself. In the famine days of 1922, he had brought many a load of grain to hungry “Red Russia.” At that time, everyone prophesied an early death for it. But the thing seemed to be still alive——yes, and spreading seed. Well, well... The cooks sat on their stools and peeled spuds. The first, a sallow consumptive Dane, set his thoughts on the air: “Another one of those red roosters, hey? Twist the neck of one, and another comes trotting up, crowing louder than the first! Stupid fools! What do they get out of it, any- way?...” His helper whistled “Tipperary.” No use arguing with the cranky old bugger. But he himself got a kick out of the affair. He had his mind made up to greet the red rooster with a couple of svan-fruits. Pit ee first assistant engineer visited the mate in his cabin. Both these officers nursed the ambition of one day having a ship under their own command. They treated the episode accordingly, over a bottle of whiskey, “T'd be obliged to you, Mr. Calder, if you'd look around among my men a bit too.” Below in the Engine Room, was Bobby, his eye blankly fixed. on the steam guage. He was feeling mad, and didn’t know exactly why. No- body had done anything to him! ... And wasn’t he really glad to be rid of those goddam papers anyway... But did Slim take him to be the rat? Hadn't Slim kind of hinted at him, back in the messroom? Well, if that’s what he thinks of me, he can scratch my backside . . . But how do they get that way, taking those papers away? A man can read what he likes. Freedom of thought according to the Constitution. Con- stitution! Hell! Bobby paced hack and forth be- fore the fires. His thoughts travel- led back to the mines. There they had the doublefaced inspectors too. Why was it, they always saw only what they wanted to? Why didn’t the Captain ever see that the fore- ok HERE ne Mi Tae Boaggs | Sin castle needed painting? That the seats were missing off the toilets, that washpails and electric bulbs were missing? Why didn’t the Steward ever notice the urine-soak- ed mattresses, the broken springs, the rusty table gear? Why didn't the Mate discover that the port- holes, the vents, the lockers needed repairing? .. . “Say there! You're suluftering like a steamgauge gone wild.” The first essistant looked at Bob sharply. rt “Anything eating you?” “Na, just shaking down my dinner a bit.” ‘edt th . next morning. The three of- ficers were making their rounds, In front of the sailors’ fo’castle, they were brought to a quick stop by a cardboard sign: “Look in here, Mr. Mate! Toilet boards missing!” From an empty socket in the gang- way, @ second sign was suspended: “Bulb missing here, Captain.” In front of the sailors’ fo'castle, a torn, urine-stained mattress was lying, with a sign on it: “Wipe your feet here before entering, Steward”. The officers exchanged glances. Nobody was around. The watch be- low lay asleep in their bunks. The rest cf the crew was at work, as usual CONTINUED TOMORROW LAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, THURSDAY, AUGUST 17, 1933 Getting Away from It All to somebody else? you thought of anything? against a stone wall. strip I’m after. after you. Daughter comes across. half-witted scullion. QUIRT: Nerts. NEWHOUSE: Don’t nerts I can get a room! QUIRT: Comic strip by Monday . . . comic strip by Mon- day ... Christ, it’s driving me mad. Why don’t they give it Why don’t they get the syndicated stuff? Why don’t they get Harold Teen, what’s the matter with Mutt and Jeff, what’s the matter with Jake Burck? there’s nothing funny about a professional funny man. Have I'm sick of knocking my head NEWHOUSE: It’s the sick oyster that makes the pearl. QUIRT: Hell, I don’t want to make a pearl, it’s a comic NEWHOUSE: You look more as though somebody were How’s this for a story—The City Slick threatens to foreclose the mortgage on the Old Man’s farm unless Isidore, the cow-puncher from Bar K across the canyon learns of her plight from Reginald, the He rides ... Funny how me, I don’t have to stay here. NEWS ITEM:—“Henry C! mn, 34, was given 18 months at labor for violently assaulting Miss Marian Nordell, 42, a local librar- ian.” . . HAD been transferred to a branch library where the bookbinder had been fired for coming in drunk and when I returned it was all over but the shouting. Miss Nordell sat at her desk sorting the overdue list. She smiled wanly and blinked with the discolored eye. It was not really black. The center ring was lavender. The periphery was orange and yellow. “Hello, Miss Nordell,” I said. “Hello there. Freezing isn’t it?” “Yes, pretty cold. Down to zero in Chicago.” “That's where it comes from,” she said, “It's a northwesterly wind. No mountains in between to stop it. At that, we're only in the tail of the blizzard. Must be awful in Chicago. Goodness knows it’s bad enough here.” “Not so bad.” I was wondering how she got it. She didn’t have to look at me to know I was wondering how she got t. “You missed a lot of big doings here.” “Big doings at the other branch too,” I said, “Someone broke the binding on the Funk and Wagnalls unabridged.” “And what?” “And I had to fix it.” “That’s not exciting, wait’ll you hear what happened to me.” “You were assaulted by four Hawaiians.” “No.” “Joe Cook, then?” “No, who's he?” “Just @ man.” “Miss Gordon will tell you a lot of gossip about it, the way she’s tell- ing everybody but it won't be true so probably you’d like to know the truth, wouldn’t you?” “Like to?” I said, “I'd love to.” . . S\JJELL, last Thursday a man came and settled down in the refer- ence room this side of the Britan- nicas and put his arms on the table and fell asleep. Miss Tordik tapped him on the shoulder but he didn’t budge so she started giggling, the little fool, and she comes to me, the way she always does when there's anything disagreeable to be done. T said alright. I tapped him. He didn’t move. I tapped him again. He stood up and yawned and hit me in the eye. That's what happened and you can ask Miss Tordik. He was a tall, dirty looking man.” “Just like that?” “Just like that.” “The meanie,” T said. . . “QCOFF all you like,” Miss Nordell said, “but the thing didn’t rest there, you can bet. I heard Miss Tordik scream and I became un- conscious and when I came to, there wete policemen here and they had him. Miss Gordon said he didn’t resist or try to run away at all. She spoke to the officer and sent me home. Then in the afternoon they Yang and told me the case was com- ing up Friday. I didn’t want to go. They made me. I think the whole affeir is shameful, The man was a maniac.” “No kidding,” I said, “Nuts?” “I think so. Outright demented. When the judge asked him if he'd been intoxicated he said no, he'd never had a saner moment in his life. He told a tall story, said the previous night he couldn’t get. a bed in the Municipal Lodging House and they threw him off a bench in Wash- ington Square. Imagine anyone he- ing thrown out of Washington Square. He said that was at four o'clock in the morning and he had to walk around in the cold until the library opened. “He said when the janitor hustled him out of the hallway of an apart- ment house he promised himself that the next person who awakened him PUNCH IN THE EYE A Short Short Story By EDWARD NEWHO! he'd poke in the eye, that was his expression, I think that’s what the magistrate referred to when he gave him ‘the extra sixty days for con- tempt of court. But maybe it was because he smiled when I took the chair. ‘And what do you find so vastly amusing?’ says the magistrate. ‘Nothing’ he says, ‘just ‘struck me queer that this should have hap- pened to Miss Nordell when there's @ dozen people in this very court toom who had it coming to them a damn sight more’ And I, sitting up there having my name spoken by the creature. “You may think I’m prejudiced, but I said to the court the electric chair is too good for a beast like that, and I’ll stand by that opinion. He can’t find work, he’s no good to himself and he’s certainly no good to anyone else.” “Why not the guillotine?” I said, “Takes more men to operate. Times like this, that ought to be a con- sideration.” “No call for being facetious,” Miss Nordell said, “Anybody who really wants to work can find a job. Imagine, letting a man like that off with eighteen months hard labor.” Philadelphia Workers Invited to Week-end at Lumberville Camp PHILADELPHIA.—Local workers and their friends are urged to spend their week-end at the Workers In- ternational Relief Camp at Lumber- ville, Pa. A special program con- sisting of a musica) trio of the Music League of Philadelphia, a sketch by the Dramstudio of the John Reed Club, and singing by the Young Pio- neers of the WIR Children’s Camp, has been prepared. For those able to leave for camp on Saturday, a special truck has been chartered which will leave the WIR office on Saturday at 11 a.m, Others may go to Doylestown and from there call Buckingham 132R6, and a car will call for them. (Inaugurates New! Workers Bookshop Weekly Book Sale| NEW YORK.—Good news for New York workers is contained in the announcement by the Workers Book- shop, 50 E. 18th St., that it has inaugurated its “weekly sale.” Every week a different book, or various sets of books, will be offered at a greatly reduced price, with dis- counts ranging from 20 to 50 per cent, These sales will give the worker and student an opportunity to se- cure books which are necessary for a better, more complete understand- ing of Marxism-Leninism. Books like “Capital,” “Selections from Lenin,” “Memories of Lenin,” “His- torical Materialism, wte., qill be featured from week to . The present week’s specials are the two volumes of “Selections from Lenin,” containing the great work- ing class leader’s most significant writings from 1893 to 1914, dealing with the most important events of these years. Both volumes, regularly selling at $2.75, are now offered for $1.50. New York workers, here’s your chance! Film Review Gravy Poured Over The Pope In “Shepherd of the Seven Hills” at the Vanderbilt Pope Pius XI is a kindly old pot- bellied soul who loves practically everybody. (Everybody but the reds, it should be noted!) He loves the sinners and the faithful and Mussolini. And only recently he openly made love to Adolf Hitler. iow on the occasion of Holy Year his publicity agents in the United States (the Catholic Writers’ Guild) have patched together a film to prove that this LOVE is no fake, that it can be shown for millions to see that Pius really bids all come unto his heart. “Science has collaborated with De- votion” to give us this movie, just as it has broadcast his Holiness’s anti-working class propaganda thru- out the world by short-wave. It is all very slickly performed with a score of authentic Gregorian chants to lull the audience into a state of awe and veneration. Basil Ruysdell supplies the heavy-handed verbal opium for the film. However, he finds it rather difficult at times to explain away the Father of Kings and Princes’ special love for boy scouts and soldiers, whom he is for- ever reviewing and blessing. In such’! instances Ruysdell’s comment runs somewhat as follows: “We can well imagine what His Holiness is think- ing as he watches these soldiers marching by: May they forever march in peace rather than war.” Still, armies keep growing and the Pope keeps on blessing them. It’s a clever racket, you know, this busi- ness of blessing armies and generals and officers and Goerings and Mus- solinis while piously mumbling about the Lord, and peace on earth, ete. It makes it so much easier when the time for war comes, to tell the mass- és that said war is being fought for the Lord and divine justice and eventual peace, and to bestow a final blessing on the whole mess. Any- way, the American commentator, never tires of repeating that “one of the Holy Father’s outstanding qualities is his love of peace.” As to the Pope himself, the star of the film par excellence, it must be recorded that he is a very poor actor indeed, his love for publicity notwithstanding. At times he ap- pears very much annoyed by the whole thing and gesticulates ner- Vously to his belly-crawling follow- ers. No wonder, for the old boy is probably the most kissed individual in the world. As one very irreverent spectatot next to me remarked: “Never in my life have I seen so much osculation (kissing) bestowed on a man with so little sex- All ". here is a spreads tlic um of the people” in a manner and on a scale never imagined even by Marx himself, in whose days there existed neither short-wave radio transmitters nor sound films. Gre, the XV’s Propaganda tablished in 1622 is still going strong in Rome where a kindly old pot-bellied soul loves everybody, makes radio speeches, stars in a film that makes the Vandervilt Thea- Additional information may be obtained by pale the District of- fice: Market 0229, tre on Broadway. SAMUEL BRODY. STAGE AND SCREEN Novelle Play, “A Party” Opens at Playhouse Monday The London comedy “A Party,” by Ivor Novelle. The English play- wright will be presented by William A. Brady at the Playhouse next Mon- day night. Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Lora Baxter, Edward Crandall, Mar- got Stevenson, Olive Reeves-Smith and Cecelia Loftus are in the cast. Another opening announced for next week is “Love and Babies,” a farce by Herbert P. McCormack, coming to the Empire Theatre Mon- day night. The cast includes Ernest Truex, Lind Watkins, Ruth Weston and Glenn Anders, The Joe Cook show, “Hold Your Horses,” will open in Boston on ‘Au- gust 28, playing there for two weeks prior to the Broadway opening. Rus- sel Crouse and Corey Ford are the authors of this new play, with music and lyrics by Russell Bennett and Robert A. Simon. George 8. Kaufman and Morrie Ryskind, authors of the musical play “Of \Thee I sing,” have a sequel to that satire on politics titled “Let "Em Cake,” which Sam Harris will pro- duce this season, “Dinner At Hight,” the picturiza- tion of the George 8, Kaufman-Edna Ferber play which was seen here last season, is announced to open Au- gust 23 at the Astor Theatre. The cast is headed by Marie Dressler, John and Lionel Barrymore, Wal- lace Beery, Lee Tracy and Jean Harlow. “Ann Vickers,” based on the novel by Sinclair Lewis, which John Crom- Well is directing, will have Irene Bruce Cabot and Edna May Oliver in the principal roles. Paul Muni’s next picture will be “The World Changes,” and will be released soon by First National. It is based on “America Kneels,” a story by Sheridan Gibney and covers the last three generations, Another Gibney story, “Broadway and Back,” will be Barbara Stan- wyck’s next picture. Ann Dvorak and Patricia Ellis are also in the cast. is “Captured,” a new Warner Bros, picture, will open at the Strand The- atre this evening with Leslie How- ard and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., as co-stars. The scenes are laid in a prison camp back of the German lines and is based on a story by Philip Gibbs, “Fellow Prisoners.” WHAT’S ON Thursday A MEETING of members of the New Dance group and their friends will be held today at 8:30 p.m. at the group head- quarters, 12 ith St. to discuss the U. 8. Anti-War Congress to be held S¢p- tember 1 to 4 and to elect a delegate, Oakley Johnson will he te main speaker. DISCUSSION on ‘The <mportance of the Unemployment Insurance Bill” at the Heral Blook Committee, 137 Merzl St., Brooklyn, at 9 pm. All ~ 9 nvited. . FRIENDS OF THE CHINESE PEOPLE, open meeting and lecture on “Current Events in the Par East,” by Hansu Chan, 55 W. 19th St, 8:15 p.m. today. Open to all, Bw cles TREMONT WORKERS CLUB. membership meeting. to attend. Friday Special All members urged 8 Dunn, Walter Huston, Conrad Nagle, SECTION COUNCIL League ‘of Workers Theaters meet at 25 E. 12th St., 3rd floor. THE COMMUNIST By MILTON HOWARD In the August issue of the Com- munist, workers will find the answer to many of the complicated and dif- ficult problems that arise in the daily struggles against the exploitation and oppression of the owning, rul- ing class. It is an exceedingly meaty issue, the contents being, for the most part, speeches made at the re- cent historic Party Conference. The bulk of it is devoted to discussion of fhe most recent and most signi- ficant document of the Party, the now-famous Open Letter to the mem- bers. The contents of the issue are mainly concerned with the problems which arise as the Party gets into action to accomplish its major task, the winning of the workers in the basic,,.industries, in the large fac- tories. Speech of Earl Browder In this connection, of particular importance ate the speeches of Com- tades. Browder and Stachel. Browd- er’s speech, remarkable for its com- prehensive mastery of all the details of the concrete problems which have recently presented themselves, and for the theoretical profundity with which'they are handled, is taken up with such basic questions as the United Front and how to apply it successfully, the fight in the shops and ‘itS connection with the reyolu- tionary way out of the crisis, the fight,.against the Roosevelt NRA codes, the proper ways to attack the | actions of the Social-Fascists, and above all, the burning necessity of the Communist Party to dig its roots deep among the workers of the big factories in the basic industries. Everywhere in this issue of the “Communist,” the note is sounded with the greatest determination— the Party must not lose a moment in binding itself with hops of steel to the vital, strategic factories, those fortresses of capitalist exploitation which are the very heart of the whole capitalist structure. Stachel Reviews Strikes Of great value is the article of Comrade Stachel, who painstakingly goes over all the steps of the recent strikes, at the Ford plants, in the textiles, at St. Louis, Pennsylvania, etc. Step by step, he shows what the mistakes were and what the vic- tories were, and why they happened. His article is a rich manual of strike strategy, based upon the most recent expértences of the Party. It de- serves many re-readings, and care- ful study. ‘The important strikes at the Ford factories, and particularly the suc- cessful solution of complicated prob- lems of the United Front are described by Comrade Salzman in another article in the issue. Comrade Gebert, who led the ac- tion of the St. Louis nut-pickers, and the strikes in Chicago, con- tributes a characteristically valuable article describing the methods used in these successful actions against the bosses. Opportunism and Renegades Comrade Jerome contributes the first part of an article tracing the development of the leading theore- ticians of the Socialist Second In- ternational from “Opportunism to Counter-Revolution.” Comrade Jer- ome demonstrates that the betrayals of the Second International were long in the making, coming not as the result of a sudden treachery, but as the inevitable and logical re- sult of a consistent distortion of the fundamental teachings of Marxism. His article will be effective in com- bating many of the ideas now hand- ed out by the Hillquits and the Thomases under the name of “Marx- ism.” Gannes On NRA Harry Gannes contributes an able article on the National Recovery (Slavery) Act. From the opinions one hears even from leading com- rades, it is necessary to urge that Gennes, article on the NRA codes be carefully studied. It subjects the Roosevelt government to a search- ing, Marxian criticism. Comrade Brown’s speech before the Plenum on the problems of the foreign workers is also included in the issue. When one considers that the recent study of a leading bour- geois scholar revealed that every American factory city has large groups of foreign born workers, the necessity of mastering the material and conclusions laid down by Com- rade Brown becomes obvious. Book Section Missing In criticism, it should be said that the Communist is lacking in the Bock Review section which it re- vived at the beginning of this year. Also, an article analyzing the re- cent pretensions of the Roosevelt government to “planned economy” and the similar talk of “state capi- tolism” should have been included. But it is, i nspite of this, one of the best of the recent issues. The “Communist” sells for 20 cents, and is obtainable at Worker's book- shops in various cities, or else by writing.to the Workers Library Pub- lishers, 50 East 13th St. New York City. ca Tae NOTE: The article by Comrade Jerome. The first paragraph of Comrade Jerome contains misprints. Tt should read as follows: “Often we hear the question asked: Can it be that one-time revolutionaries, former scholars and tacticians of scientific socialism should so utterly have forgotten their Marxian fundamentals as to have become ideologically bank- rupt?”. eee All dram groups must send delegates. MEMORIAL meeting for Jose ‘Wong, mur- dered by Machado, Speaker, Han-Su Chan. At Anti-Imperialist League 90 E. 10th &t. Admission free, At 8 p.m. . . Saturday WELCOME BANQUET to James W. Ford, at 7:30 p.m, Julio Mella Club, 1413 Fifth Avenue, Speakers, Earl Browder, Robert Minor, Cha: Krumbein, Jack Stachel. Red Dancers and Girly ‘Turner, Tickets 25 cents, the German (Translated by LOUIS COLMAN) (The following recital of ‘an incident of the Hitler offensive against the German workers was written by a participant, a reyo- lutionary woman worker now a refugee from Germany, It was received in this country by the International Labor Defense). iT was during the last week in April, on a Wednesday, I think. Early in the morning, our street had been sealed, and “cleansed.” Toward evening, three heavily guarded trucks carried us off. In the same car with me were Gerber, Jussitzska, and Adolph and Franz who were members of my unit, and, as I remember, the Zieglers, members of a neighbor- ing unit. Other pe I knew were piled into the two other trucks. We were taken off in the direction of the Storm Troop bar- racks. Before the door, Storm Troopers waited, like a crowd collected in the neighborhood. They made us get out of the truck one after the other, slowly, while the crowd yelled and threatened. I recog- nized, among others in the mob, Blaugraeber, our shoe-maker for six years, and fat Frau Engel, who Tan a grocery. We pushed through kicks, blows, and -spit. All night we stayed in a court- yard, behind the barracks. Be- hind us were the houses of Grab- engrasse, and to the left the low wall of Victoria School. There were no leaves on the trees yet, and the school-yard was deserted, for the Easter vacation had been extended. At dawn, the regimental com- mander appeared, with at least a dozen men. A little non-com fol- lowed him around like a shadow. When he shouted, the non-com stamped his foot and shouted the same thing. The commander shouted “Fall in!” and the little fellow stamped his foot and shout- ed “Fall in!” Most of those in the courtyard were taken into the barracks, and the others, about a dozen, re~ mained. I was left outside, as was Jus~ sitzska, treasurer of the Free- Thinkers, and Adolph and Franz, who were in my unit. I knew most of the others, too. We nearly all knew each other. S8 ROLL was called, from a list which had certainly been pre- pared during the night from our identification papers. So those who remained in the courtyard had evidently been picked out. The commander yelled “Fall in! In fours!” The little fellow banged with his heel and yelled “In fours!” So we became @ square, with four rows of fours. Guards were placed at the four corners of the yard. The commander stepped out into the middle. He shouted: “Raise your hands!” The little man shouted your arms!” We raised our arms, but our el- bows seemed to be rusty. As I made this movement, I felt the hand of Paul Gerber, who was close to me. I felt it in the air The commander yelled: “Fold your hands!” The little non-com banged with his heel again: “Fold your hands! Fold your hands!” The commander shouted: “Learn to pray!” And the little one repeated “Learn to pray! Learn to pray!” I squinted at the comrades in the rank with me. On the end was @ bald man, whom I did not “Raise know. His hands were just scarcely joined, on his chest. Then there was Jussitzska. His hands rose and touched his chest, then fell again. Gerber, besides me, had merely raised his thumbs. Then I let my arms fall too, The little one shouted: “Will you, or won't you?” pees Y Fence the guards came, and along each row struck at the hands that were not folded. struck so hard that my hands became like pieces of bleeding flesh, red and blue. But that was nothing com- pared to Paul’s hands. There were screams behind us, and screams in front of us. Page Five “Our Father Which Art in Heaven”-- A Narrative of Brown Terror The commander spoke “Our father which art in heaven...” And the non-com said: “. ., hallowed be thy name!” He stamped his heel, and it seemed to drive me mad, because everything was so silent, outsidé of the screaming. Behind me, someone growled: “Hallowed be thy name!” And then two others growled it out. I don’t know who these bastards were. They were not in the same rank as I The commander said: “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done!” | The little fellow stamped and said: “On earth as it is in heaven!” And suddenly, behind me, Alfréd began to sing. The fat little treasurer—I recognized him by his voice.’ He had taken my dues at | least a half a hundred times. So | something had got into his guts | so he began to sing | ‘Arise, ye prisoners . . .” Then suddenly there was the | silence of death, a silence like-a bursting shell around this song, We tried to collect ourselves, But our throats were so dry we could scarcely sing. The complete silence broke. Behind me I heard @ blow, then another. On Alfred’s head, on his shoulders. Behind us, we could feel how they were | dragging him away. The guards | pushed us one against the other. | They drew their pistols. The little one shouted again: “Fold your hands!” | Gerber really raised his bleed- ing hands. My hands trembled, I couldn’t help it. They did it against my will. Bastard hands! I glanced sideways at the bald- heeded man. His hands were folded so terribly I thought I heard the bones crack. Jussitzska, hasn’t such filthy hands, They obey him. They stayed down. The little one shouted in one breath: “On earth as it is in heaven!” ae eae UDDENLY, 8 whistling noise. The bald man folded up. The whip had tipped his ear. He wanted to hold his wounded ear, and at the same time he wanted to keep his hands folded. He folded himself up and prayed breathlessly: “And on earth, and on earth! ...” ‘The commander was playing like ® madman, as though the table were already set: “Give us this dey our daily bread!” ‘The little one cried: “Give us this day, give us this day!” In the row in front of me, they really said “Give us this day, give us this day.” Behind me, the guards struck someone. I couldn't tell who. ‘They us one against the other, struck our hands. ‘We were a tiny square now. “Lead us not into temptation,” the commander shouted, and the little non-com went on: “But de- liver us from the evil” The guard struck Jussitaska on the chest, where his hands were supposed to be. Jussitzska fell on me, and we all fell one on top of the other. Then in his corner, Alfred be- gan to sing again: “Arise, ye prisoners . But he did not go any further than “of the earth.” A kick in the mouth. The commander continued to pray: “Forgive us our trespasses , . .” and the non-com continued: “As we forgive those who trespass against us.” In front of me — I thought it must be Paul—someone burst into laughter. You can’t imagine how. it sounded, that laugh! I saw the commander's arm fly out. “Amen, amen!” the commander cried, and the little one repeated, “amen, amen!” Then they struck us until we fell to the ground, and as we were not yet flattened out enough, they stamped on our bodies, Little Alfred sang again, several times. Finally, nothing came out _ of his mouth but blood. No doubt. he thought he could still be heard at @ distance. Write to the Daily Worker about every event of interest to worker: | which occurs in your factory, trads union, workers’ organization or 1o- COR. cality. BECOME A WORKER RESPONDENT! AMUSEMENTS ACTUAL SCENES THAT MAKE YOU CAsP! SPECTACULAR! ‘Hell’s Holiday’ THRILLING! AUTHENTIC! Most destructive of wanton warfare At Inst the real story of the World War! —ALSO— “MOSCOW MAY DAY 1933” 7 ACME THEATRE ITH STREET AND UNION SQUARE in RKO Jefferson ii" $4 | Now BT. 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