The Daily Worker Newspaper, September 7, 1933, Page 5

. activi i port. grad, they learn what. “propagan word ‘“Prayda” was explained to them. . A Yank Udarniki. | NE rainy evening asthe men lay around in the fo’castle, an Amer- | ican came on board. It» turned out | that he was working as a second mate on one of the Soviet freighters. He had grown a regular Russian | mustache, had got married, and had a kid already. Stanley asked him how he hap- pened to come over to Russia. The |. man, whose name was Jackson, | 4,4 priests and laughed: “That’s a long story. I better start with four years ago, the time when I was out of work,and broke | in the States. I knew nothing of | Russia then, and cared less. One day, I ran into a demonstration on Union Sq. Having nothing else to do, I listened in. Everybody was standing and listening quietly, when all of a sudden the cops started to bust up the meeting. There were a lot of dicks ‘with reporters’ press | tickets in ‘their hats, and one of them smacked ‘me un ‘the head with a billy,” : | Jackson ‘rubbed his skull like he still felt it,;and laughed again. “That wallop*woke me up, I was| born in the States, and so was my father, a bridge construction engin- eer. We both believed that the States | was God’s own country. Well, he) had lost his job, and 60 had I, That wallop plus a lot of pavement} pounding sort of shook these ideas. IT started to'read radical papers and attend mere meetings. I heard all kinds of stories about Russia and finally decided»to see: for myself. I} came, wnd I been here: since.” asked how long he was ng questions was one of Stanley’s strong points. ? “Over three years, and believe} me, at that time things, were tough-| er here than. they.are .now. The) irst Five Year Plan was Just get- ing started then, and believe me, 1t| took plenty of elbow grease to put) that .‘Piatiletka’ on wheels. We worked night and day—I myself lost | twenty-eight pounds in less than a year. but today I’m a udarniki!” “What the hell’s that?” “A shock brigader!’ Jackson | pulled out a card and showed it provaty. “Thet’s my certificate as a shock brigader, and ae acy is my Pariv card..A good Worker is ap- ‘prediated “intitis count Do you now that the highest honor in the country—the Order piven # tha best workers?” HE mon Wélied at’ Jackson, im- re in the Soviet Union, tter of honor and re- spect. Sure we get siti wages for overtime, bnuses, and ‘all that, but that doesn’t méan half as much to ‘a man as the respect that he gets| from his cotivades for it. Why the} men on my ship would do anything for me. because they know J’m al- ways there when I can help.” Stanley esked if he had won any medals yet. “No medals, but I was voted a prize trip to the Black Sea. I made that trin twice’ already—once with my each time, and with full pay.” Again Guna? was incredulous: ““Just because you were a good worker?” “Tm ‘telling’ you,” smiled Jackson, “a good worker in this country is resnected as highly as a doctor or professor, and they'll do everything possible for him. Take me: I want- ed ‘my wife to go to a university; she wanted to be a ship’s architect, and don’t you think the union a ranged it for me? They. sure did, and arranged to have the kid taken .eare of in a kindergarten. while my wife studies.” ae “B hrist,” exclaimed. Stanley suddenly, “don’t that make you mad as hell, when you think how we get treated?” 2 ee For a minute nobody spoke. Gun- nar brought Jackson a2cup of cof- fee. He brushed his mustaches up with: his finger before drinking and asked how things were in the States. A regular catcall of misery followed. —~" “No jobs!” — “Wage > cuts!” — “Evictions!”—“Beach is lousy with sailors Out of work”—‘Why, you ‘read of women cooking cats and dogs to live!”—“Yes, and: I’ve seen «them picking old fish~out of gar- bage cans on South Street.”—“Yes, and I’ve seen them line up two blocks long to get a nickel from a priest. who was handing them out with God's blessing.” ... Jackson smiled bitterly. “God’s own. country, hey?” ‘ » “Oh,” intel aed the Professor, | “conditions are just. as bad in other countries.’ 4 ts, abe: they ain’t,” contested the Upon which Slim asked him: “Do uu know that in Poland, hungry arefoot children walk the streets with their mothers, beggi: for food? Do you know that in Poland thousands of-workers' are” impris- sceineed for their radical ‘ oned and 7 8 The: Pol defended» himself : “Well, I di nly mean: Poland,” “All right, take the- other coun- ies, In Germany, the unemployed are cut to the bone, and many wre compelled'to work for a few eents a day,’ or just for tobacco money. Over °26,000 committed sui- ide there in ome year. Austria, Hungary, Rumania,—all practically ankrupt with “the farmers being ‘reduced’ to-“Middle Age serfdom. Take Italy, ‘the’model of the Ger- man fascist$:"Mussolini himself stated: “It’s a lucky thing for the sealiee people that they aren’t used © eating more than onc day!” of Lenin—is | wife and kid—three months! - MICHAEL PELL Illustrations by Philip Wolfe THE STORY SO FAR: The 8, S. Utah, one of the members of whose ctew is Slim, of the Marine Workers Industrial Union, has made the voyage across the Atlantic, stopping at Copenhagen, Helsingfors, Finland, and Leningrad. Slim has been talking to his fellow-workers about the class struggle and what they can do about it. He signs the Chief Engt- neer up with the M.W.1.U. In Leningrad, the sailors of the Utah are continually being surprised by the new life they witness in the Soviet Through conyersations with American-born workers in Lenin- INSTALLMENT 22 | campaign against the Soviet Union |mines of Chile—thirteen of them | were found burned to death in an | didn’t have to work as a child, and) | | the kids working in the textile fac- ” actually means. Yesterday the Now read on: Take China, India, Africa, whole | armies of people just wiped out by| hunger deaths. Or else shot down) for rebelling against hunger by the} English, French or Dutch impe- rialists.” “Geez,” remarked Eddie, like the little boy he was, “and then they | talk about there being a God in} heaven.” ‘ “If there is,” answered Slim, “he ust like the bolsheviks, who kicked parasites out. Be- cause its only there that things are | prospering.” Jackson interrupted: “By the) way, how is the forced labor lying progressing? Forced labor! My fa- ther worked for the United Fruit Co, in Central America, and for Guggenheim in Chile, and he could tell you some stories! Natives made to work up to 20 hours without a break in the hot sun. Hight-year-old children working in the saltpeter accident there!” The Professor threw in: “How do we know if their parents didn’t make them go to work, out of greed?” desl brushed his mustache thoughtfully, and looked at the Professor with one eye screwed. ‘Are you a proletarian? No, you! iat Sw « your parents weren’t workers, or DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1933 ass Nese*: SrSS5 Third Degree LEANER AnD A BTHATS A REAL Page Five by QUIRT MOUR TECHNIQUE IS EATER — 1 sky, deep blue and gold, looked as royal as Mike felt. Of course the stink was still in his clothes. But he didn’t mind that. It would’ take more than that to douse his good spirits. He had worked like a horse in the fertilizer works all day. Down in that great big bucket lift- ing heavy parts all by himself. Any other mechanic wouldn’t have done the job. without a helper. The guano works always asked for him when they called up on a repair job. He was fast, especially on rough heavy work, It made him feel big and im- portant when Mr. Mac, the superin- tendent, said, “Nice work, Mike,” and signed his time ticket for a full day when it was only ten minutes to three. Mike walked home with a springy step. He was a husky guy. He didn’t even feel very tired. Honest—no kid- ding—he really loved to work. Only one thing bothered him a little. He'd have to spend half an hour in the morning cleaning up his tools. They had been covered with rust almost as soon as he had dropped into the fer- tilizer bucket. FPTER all, seven thirty wasn’t so you wouldn’t talk like that.” Gunnar looked at the Professor in disgust. “This is just a glorious ad- venture for him; he doesn’t. have. to work.” The Professor suddenly became al proletarian. “Who doesn’t have to work? My father’s money has no- thing to do with me! I work my own way through college—what I make on here helps me!” “No use getting excited,” laughed Jackson, “your remark shows that you aren’t awake to realities.” “Well,” snorted the Professor, “you can’t show me where such con- ditions exist in the States.” “No? How about the chain gangs in Georgia and Florida? How about tories in the South? How about the Negro children in the cotton and tobacco fields? How about the chil- dren in the sugarbeet fields, and on| the streets of the big cities, begging food and junk, peddling papers, shining shoes?” Stanley pointed his finger at the Professor. “And I can tell you a chapter or two myself. Down in Houston, Texas, I was picked up| for “vag” and made to work 30 days on the pea farm—from morn- ing to night,—15 hours a day. Man, and if you didn’t step on it, they put the rubber hose to your back. And after thirty days of that forced labor, do you know what we got for it?” “Thirty cents?” laughed Jackson. “Thirty hell! Those bastards took me and a bunch of others to the end of the town and told us if they caught us again they’d give us six months of the same! And there were plenty of poor Negroes in there longer than that, compelled to do forced labor!” “Yes,” said Slim, “that’s another one of our proud American institu- tions, the vagrancy laws. If a man is thrown out of a job through no fault of his and goes around look- ing for work, he’s not only got to suffer hunger and cold, but is liable to picked up as a criminal, thrown into jail, and compelled to work under slave conditions, Hun- dreds of thousands are being treated like that, with the politicians mak- ing heavy profits On this convict ir. (CONTINUED TOMORROW) Music New Opera Group Opens at Mecca Auditorium Sept, 14 Cesare Sodero will direct a season of popular priced opera with eminent soloists and an orchestra of sixty-five men taken mostly from the musicians of the Metropolitan Opera Company, at Mecca Auditorium, starting with a performance of “Cavalleria Rusti- cana” and “Pagliacci” on Thursday night, September 14. Other operas scheduled are “Rigoletto” on Friday night, September 15, and “Carmen” on Saturday night, September 16, Ralph Errolle, lyric tenor, former member of the Metropolitan and Philadelphia Opera Companies, has been engaged by the Chicago Opera Company, and will make his initial appearance on Tuesday evening, September 12, in “Faust,” at the New York Hippodrome. To keep up a six-page “Daily Work- er,” the circulation must be doubled. early to be on the job. Mike was there singing—if you could call it that—in the same old loudmouth way. He turned up his lathe until the tool became a thickly blurred circle. That was why Mike was the first machinist on Spies Company’s list. When things were slow—and old man Spies had been bellyaching about it for two years now—the other men slackened up as soon as the foreman turned his back. But Mike never bothered about that. It didn’t worry him at all. There was always enough work to keep him going. He never made less than forty-four hours a week. The other men were not so lucky. They stayed around the shop all day waiting for jobs to come in. Things were getting tight. Mike even had to do little repair jobs inside the shop now. Old man Heinrich used to get this work. But they gave it to Mike now so he could get full time. Old man Heinrich was sore about it. But he was afraid to say anything. He had | been with the company thirty years |now. He was on his last legs. He |couldn’t get another job anywhere. So he took it all and liked it. Some weeks he was lucky to make six hours. Mike felt sorry for the old man, In the good old days Mike used to kid him a lot. Now old man Hein- rich wouldn’t even talk to him. Mike didn’t want to take the old man’s work away from him. But what could he do? Mike didn’t worry about it. Mike was not the kind of guy to jworry about anything. There was no getting away from | it. Mike was a hefty, robust guy, a happy-go-lucky bastard, and a crack- erjack at his trade. He lorded it over the other guys in the machine shop. But nobody could get sore with Mike. Even with the foreman around he acted as if he owned the place. 3 N Saturday afternoon Mike would tinker around with his 1928 Buick, Mike was a natural-born mechanic who was always thinking of some- thing new. After he got through with his engine he would be able to make thirty-five miles to the gallon, He had been working on it off and on for two years now. Oh, no, it wouldn’t work yet. But just wait till he got a few more things worked out. Mike always went down to the “club” on Saturday night. The fel- lows got together in the room in back of Herman's Bar. Mike could put away more beer than anyone else in the gang. Sometimes when he got filled up a little he would put on a rasslin match for all comers. It was funny. He would strip to the waist, take a Jim Londos pose, and step into anybody. They would roll all over Herman's back room and maul each other. But no matter how hard. they knocked each other around no- body ever got sore. Mike was the kind of guy you couldn’t help liking. Everybody got a great kick out of hearing him talk. And he liked to talk. He had been in the country for fifteen years now but he still spoke with a thick German accent. He talked just like the Dutchman in two-reel comedies. His first name was really Friedrich, but everybody called him Mike, which wes short for his last name. Mike’s best friend belonged to the gang. Mike had brought him in. He had met Hen at the Peerless Shirt Manufacturing Company, where Hen was engineer. Hen was a quiet sort of guy. Everybody looked up to him, but he didn’t make friends easy. Even when he came around—which wasn’t very often—he liked to sit in a cor- ner and talk with Mike. He would tell Mike that workers ought to stick together against the bosses and the politicians and everybody else who did the dirty work for the bosses. Tt wasn’t clear to Mike how all bosse:: could be the enemies of the workers. Wasn't old man Spies a good boss and wasn't Mr. Mac at the guano works a nice guy? Mike couldn't fig- ure it all out and he didn’t try very hard. Hen always complained about having a lot of meetings to attend. He always asked Mike to go to meet- ings with him to learn more about what he called the “class struggle.” But Mike didn’t like to sit back and Do your share by getting new sub- seribers, iliked to te’ > I'94 to drink beer listen. He liked to be on the go. He By Alan Calmer and tell dirty jokes. He always prom- | ised to go to meetings with Hen but | he never got to it. Yet he never) missed a single rasslin’ night at Mer-| lin’s Park. 4 was twenty-two minutes to three on Sunday morning when Mike jumped out of bed. The-god-dam-tin- ny-bell-was-ringing-to-beat- all - hell He yelled to his fat old lady who was already stumbling to the door. “Cumon, Mike, get up kwick!” Old man Spies was breathing hard. ‘‘D’ engine’s broke down at Greenstone’s!” They got into old man Spies’ new bus and hustled to the shop. When they got there the heavy truck was all ready to go. The two helpers and the other mechanic stayed on the truck and followed Mike and old’ man Spies down to the waterfront to the packing house. Frank, the engineer was walking up and down rubbing his hands. He saw them coming and ran over to the car and opened the door. | “Vot’s d’metter, Frenk?” Mike greeted him jovially. “Y’look vor- ried.” “C'mon, Mike, for crissake cut the kiddin’ and get this thing runnin’,” Frank screamed at him. He was al- most crying. “If we don’t start up in the mornin’ they'll gi’ me the gate sure as hell,” “Don’t vorrie, Frenk, I fix’m.” They went through the yard and then down into the engine room. Mike liked Frank and he went right at it. It was a pretty bad break- down. Right in the middle of the canning season, too, For one thing the piston was almost gone. It wasn't Frank’s fault. Mike had told the su- perintendent to have. a new shaft put on before the season started. It was scorching hot in the low engine room. Mike worked like a house-afire. Jeez, but he did sweat. ‘The gears would have to be pressed off. The other men rigged up the hydraulic ram. Wham, wham, it went against the swollen shaft. It wouldn’t budge. Frank gave them a hand. He worked wildly and kept hollering to them to hurry up. They worked up the pressure and went after it again. Look out Frank! But he was jammed up against the engine. He didn’t have a ghost of a show. “Uh look. ...” Quick as a flash Mike shoved him with one of his big paws. Another inch and the shaft would’ve pinned Frank square. “Jeesuss krist!” Mike stopped for | a minute, wiped his hand across his forehead and went right after it again. Frank was sprawled on the floor. His face was white as a sheet fresh from the laundry, “Nex’ time ye don’ miss. Ve hit oe right in a’ ” Mike joked it off, 5 pages were getting tighter and! tighter. Old man Heinrich had been laid off for good. The foreman had been fired and old man Spies | was looking after the shop and sell- | ing outside at the same time. Mike was the only machinist who made any time. At first, when there wasn’t even a two-hour job in the shop,| they would let Mike put in a couple of hours shop time, fixing up the old lathes and sorting out the tools, But one Friday morning old man Spies came swooping downstairs and told Mike to cut out all shop time. When he told it to Mike, he swung his | hand from his belly outward in a way which said plainer than words, \STAGE AND SCREEN) } Tallulah Bankhead in “Jeze-| ‘bel” Opens at Martin Beck | Theatre September 25 Owen Davis's new drama, “Jeze- aga {-bel,” in which Tallulah Bankhead | if you don’t like it, you can get out.| witt~play the principal role, is sched- Mike didn’t like the way he said it/eg to open at the Martin Beck either. But things were getting tight-.| ~oatre on Monday night, September = belay fee poner es | 25;-following a week's run at Phila- had never had anything to put away.|‘@iphis. Besides Miss Bankhead, the It w: g aes 4 | cast includes Robert Wallsten, Fred- as getting harder and harder to | Cs % ‘ make ends meet erick Worlock, Cora Witherspoon, ; ey Frances Bates, and Leo Curley. 6 The Group Theatre, thirty-six IKE had just finished mounting | sérong, arrived in New York yester- | the new one-half H.P. motor on| day from their camp to begin their} the base of the No. 10 rotary pump | final preparations for the opening in the preserving room of the Tippett | of “Man in White,” which they will/ Canning Company. His hands and! poduce in association with Harmon his shirt and his overalls and his! and° Ullman on September 25, at the tools and his shoes and his socks| Plymouth Theatre. and everything else were all sticky from the syrup which was slopped all over the place. In some spots the gooey stuff was more than an inch deep on the cement floor. Most of it leaked or spilled out of the pieces of rubber hose connected to the twenty-three rotary pumps which were used to throw the syrup and the brown cherries from the kettles and back again. Mike couldn't see how the workers in the preserving room (he knew many of them by their first name and they all called him Mike) could stand it day in and day out with all that gooey stuff around them. He wouldn’t want to be in their shoes. And now they were going to get another ten per cent cut. Mike was chummy with Fritz, who worked in the boiler room, and Fritz had told him all about it. Everybody in the preserving room acted sore all after- |, noon. Nobody cracked any jokes. Usu- ally when Mike was sent down to the plant they always had a new one to tell_him. Mike walked upstairs with his tool kit in one hand and two copies of his time ticket in the other. They were punched from eleven-thirty to four. He walked through the ware- house and then into Mr. Malone's office. It was a long narrow room that turned around at the end like the bottom of an “L.” You couldn't see the superintendent's desk until you walked the whole length of the room and turned around the corner. Mike walked through the office with his mind on the gooey stuff in the preserving room. As he entered he heard Mr. Malone talking to someone else, But Mike kept on going. Mike always walked right in and got his time tickets signed. Mr. Malone Was a nice guy and always greeted Mike like a pal, This time, however, Mr. Malone’s voice was raised high and he seemed to be boiling over. Mike couldn’t help hearing what he was saying: “Good, that’s fine, so M-r-r-r-r’s the guy who passed those leaflets around, aye? Well, I'll get that son- ovabitch. He can’t start any strike in my plant and get away with it, Listen, here’s what you... . ” Mike couldn’t help hearing what he was saying. For a few seconds what he heard didn’t mean anything to him. He kept on walking. Before he covld get what it all meant he was < ¢ down to the turn in the Toom. uperintsndent must have heard him coming. Malone jumped out from the cor- ner of his room to see who it was. When he saw it was Mike he almost had a fit. “Sou coddam dumb dutchman,” he roared, “what d’hell do you mean busting into my private office like this, You dumb boob, for two cents, Mike was thinking fast. A hundred things came to his mind, “Vot’s a’ metter, Mr, Malone?” he asked in a meek manner. “I joost wan’ my tick- ets signed.” He waved the two copies in_the air. Mr. Malone cooied down a little. But he still seemed to he plenty sore. TONIGHT’S PROGRAMS WEAF—660 Ke. 7:00 P.M,—Mountaineers Music 7:15—Roxanne Wallace, Songs 7:30—Lum and “Abner 9:00—Captain Henry's Show Boat; Lanny Ross, Tenor; Muricl Wilson, So- .Prano; Conrad Thibault, Baritone, ‘and Others 19:00—Whiteman Orch.; Deems Taylor, Nar- rator; Al Jolson, Songs 11:00—Scotti_ Orch, 11:15—Meroft Orch, 11:30—Denny Creh. ‘00-—Ralph Kirbery, Songs 12:05 A.M.—Mills Orch, 12;30—Gluckman Orch. ere WOR—710 Ke. 4:00 P.M.—Sports—Ford Frick 1:15—To Be Announced 30—Dion Kennedy, Organ 9:00—Gordon Graham, Baritone; Ohman and Arden, Piano Duo 9:15—Horatius at the Bridge Table, Sketch 9:30--A. and Lee Reiser, Piano Duo 9:45—Talk—Perey Waxman 10:00—Varicty Musicale 10:15—Ourrent Events—Harlam Eugene Read 10:30—Gerston Orch. 11:00—Time; Weather 11:02—Lown Orch, 11:30—Coleman Orch. 12:00—Cutler Orch, WIZ—760 Ke. 7:00 P.M.—Amot 1:15—Mario Cor ; Littau Orch, 7:45—Tune Detective Sigmund Spacth dventures, 8:00—Captain Diamond's Sketch 8:30—Adventures in Mealth—Dr. Herman Bundesen 45—Morton Bowe, Ten 00—Death Valley Days, :30—Jules Lande, Violin 10:00—-Canadian Exehange Program; Stone or Sketch, Oren. 10:30—Archer Gibson, Organ; Mixed Chorus 11:00—Jesters Trio 11:15—Do You Know the Constellations?— Professor Robert H. Baker, Harvard Observatory 11:30—-U. 8 Army Band 12:00—Holet Orch 1%30 A.M.--Dance Orch. WABC—860 Ke. 7:00 P.M,—Morton Downey, Tenor 15—NRA Telk :20—Dance Orch. 7:30—Mills Brothers, Songs 7:45-—News—Boake Carter 8:00—Variety Musicale 8:30—Dramatic Guild Play—The Black Cat 9:00—Wernow Oreh.; Vera Van, Songs; Melodeers Quartet 9:30—U. 8. Marine Band 10:00—Deep River Orch. 10:39—Belasco Orch.; Sports—Ted Musing; Barbara Maurel, Songs 10:45—Gladys Rice, Soprano; Concert Orch, 11;15—Phil Regan, Tenor 11:30--The NRA—Governor Albert C. Ritchie of Marylend 11:45—Davis Orch. 12:00~Gray Orch. 12:39 A.M.—Famp Orch. 1:09—-Conn Orch, | “Waltz in Fire,” a romantic drama} | by. Davic Hertz, will be produced | early this season by Sidney Harmon &hd'James R. Ullman in New York. } Pavlov’s: ‘Mechanics of the Brain” at the Acme s-On ‘the. ‘same program with “An Hour With Chekhov,” the new Soviet | film now in its American premiere| at the Acme Theatre, the manage- ment is presenting, as an added fea. ture, Prof. I. P. Pavlov’s “Mechanics of-the Brain’ This film was pro- duced by the noted Soviet director Pudovkin. “Lady for a Day,” a Columbia pic- ture based on Damon Runyon’s story, will _open-today at Radio City Music Hall? May Robson, Warren William and Guy Kibbe play the leading roles. |Well, now, listen, you dumb dutch- man, next time you want to come into my office, you rap at the door, d’y’| hear?” sS Mike was burning up. He wanted to tell him to go chase himself. What right had he to cuss Mike out? Hadn't he always walked in this way? And hedn’t Mr. Malone always treat- ed him swell? But Mike was think- ing fast. A hundred things came to ‘his’mind. All he said was: “‘O.K., Mr. Malone, you're d’ boss.” Malone scrawled his name on one of-the time-tickets and passed it back-to Mike. Mike took a good look -at the guy who was sitting on the side lof the desk. The guy was watching ;Mx Malone sign the time ticket and he didn’t see Mike look hard at him, ‘Mike-had a good chance to look him over.. Mike spotted him right away. He was a new hand they had hired in the preserving room. Mike took the ticket and walked slowly to the door. As he was al- most out, he caught part of what Malone was saying: “It’s all right, he’s too dumb to know what it’s all | aboyt, and he didn’t. ...” ‘Too. dumb, heh? Mike reached the door. There were so many things in his mind that his head felt like it would burst. He wanted to dash beck“to the preserving room. Instead | he“Walked outside. When he got out int6“the yard he turned toward the érigine room. He ran down the steps. He breezed past one of the firemen without saying anything and found Fritz near the high-pressure boiler. Breathlessly he told Fritz what he had heard. Fritz grabbed one of his big paws and shook it hard. “Mike, you ole sonovagun, you're a life saver. You've sure done us a good.turn and we won’t forget it. I’m edin’ right upstairs and tip off Jim McMahon. He’s the guy who got those’ leaflets out. We got to figure out’ what we're goin’ to do right away.” ‘Mike felt sort of funny. He felt rsort'of warm all over just like the time: when he had saved Frank up at Greenstone’s from a bad smash- up. He didn’t know what to say, He just joked it off, and went out again. Mike wanted to see the thing through but he had to report back to. the shop. He walked slowly along the-ttirt road toward the street car. pAs" he passed the Commercial Steel low walking fast up the road, Jeesuss krist, it couldn’t be the same guy. Mike ran up the road. The guy turned around. When he saw who it was he started to run. Mike caught up, with him and grabbed him by the back of the collar with one of his. big paws. “You dirtie stul-pigeun,” Shouted. “I break your neck.” The rat began to holler and cry. He tried to wiggle himself free. But he-had a swell chance to get away pfrom “Mike. All the holds that Mike had’ learned came in handy. He tripped the rat and then fell on him. He rpicked him up and rocked him with a-cradie hold until he screamed in-agony. He jabbed him in the kid- ney with his elbows. He lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder dnva neat flying mare. ‘The rat hit the dirt road and lay there groaning. Mike picked him up nee more,-He caught him by the armpits and swung him round and round in an airplane swing that was @ beaut. He turned and turned until | the rat eouldn’t even holler any more, Then Mike suddenly let go. The rat Mike read plunkuinto a pool of muddy | water. Mke picked him up again by the scruff of the neck, smeared his face.in the puddle of water, and kickéd-him up the road. “Don’ efer cum back,” Mike hol- Jered at him. The rat ran up the road almost as fast as a scared guy in a two-reel comedy. Mike. picked-up his tools and swag- gered up the road, singing in his old loudmouth way. He was beginning to Company he saw a middle-sized fel- | went sailing cut to the edge of the | More Funeral Clown Prince in Gay Queen of Bitter T BUFFALO, N. It seemed more like a circus parade Old Man Depression, or rather they WHAT'S ON- ALL GREETINGS FOR PARTY ANNIVER- SARY SHOULD BE SENT TO BUSINESS OFFICE OF THE DAILY WORKER IMME- DIATELY. October 7 reserved by Unit 402-404, Sec- tion 4, for Daily Worker affair at Hunga- rian Workers Home, 350 E. 8lst St. Thursday FILM SHOWING Pudovkin's “1905,” based on Gorki’s “Mother,” at Workers Film Photo League, 220 E. 14th St., near Second Ave. Two showings, 8:30 P.M. and 10:30 P.M. Benefit Daily Worker and Hotel Com- modore Strikers. Admission 25c. CHINA AND JAPAN IN MANCHURBIA, by Harry Gannes, at New School for Social Research, 66 West 12th St. 8:30 P.M. Aus- pices Friends of Chinese People. REGISTRATION NOW ON FOR THE WORKERS SCHOOL, Fall Term. Office, 35 E, 12th St. Room 301. Friday ALL MEMBERS OF SECTION ? should report to Party Headquarters, 56 W. 25th St. VERY IMPORTANT. pean DAILY WORKER ADVERTISING DE- PARTMENT WILL COOPERATE WITH T.U.U.L. UNIONS, MASS ORGANIZATIONS AND C.P. UNITS FOR THE UPBUILDING OF THE DAILY WORKER. dvetrisemeris help to support the “Dail: Gead ell in- formation to business office, 50 E. 13th St. (8th Floor) or telephone AL. 4-7955. CARL BRODSKY — “YOUR GUN AND UNIFORM ARE BEING PREPARED” — At Manhattan Youth Club, 114 Ludlow st. (near Delancey). Proceeds to Else’ion Cam- paigu. @ P.M. Subscription i0c. Notice! MEMBERS OF MANHATTAN CLUB: IMPORTANT MEMBERSHIP MEET- ING! Thursday, 8:30 P.M. Manhattan Youth Club, 114 Ludiow st. YouTH What Is the NRA? A LECTURE n fer the Giv hip of the Daily Worker Volunteers by a Member of the Daily Worker Staff Thursday, Sept, 7th at 8 p. m, Daily Worker Volunicers Free Guests 10¢ will say they buried him alive, very much alive. just in his prime. and kicking like hell, Old Man Depression Has One to His Credit Buffalo Parade With imes in One More Attempt to Make Him Stay Put —It all happened in Buffalo on Monday, Aug. 28, 1933. than a “funeral.” Yes! they burled imagined they did. If you ask me, J Every worker knows he is He is just about to celebrate his sion himself in disguise. Only the orkers can be responsible for such funeral. Though the funeral is over, his ghost lingers on, leaving his ghastly deeds behind. The only part of the march that looked like a funeral were the half- starved workers whom the bosses had forced to march in the clowns’ pa- rade, or to march off of the measly job he was holding down. Do the girls in the downtown stores ,who were just recently laid off, believe old man starvation croaked? Or workers who tramp looking for work, or who live on sloppy welfare? Or those who have no homes or those in reforestration camps? ‘We will believe Old Man Depres- sion has gargled his last dollar when we see it in the form of jobs at a decent living wage for each and every unemployed worker, when poor toiling masses are free from slavery, free to enjoy life, when all people fourth birthday, and how will heé celebrate it? By figuring out how to, get all lit up with a brand new jag} by sucking more of the toilers’ life blood. | Just imagine the bosses making be- | lieve they can bury Old Man De-| pression with drums, bugles and a} lot of childish noise, or imagine they | can bury him at all for that matter! Why can’t the capitalists bury Old Man Depression or Old Woman Mis- ery, whatever it should be called? Because capitalism is Old Depres-| flag that ever topped a flag pole is floating over our heads. ‘The funeral is over and the work- ers will be paying the funeral ex- pense as long as they leave old man exploiter’s “ghost” prowl around, sticking his long, boney, grafting fingers into the pie he was*‘too damned lazy and stupid to help bake or even know how to cut. The only thing he could cut was wages or re- Hef, thereby cutting short the life of the workers who supported him. No, fellow workers, at Old Man Depression’s funeral we won't have N .R. A. Eagles unless it’s in the cof- fin with the old gent, or no boss flags or dizzy bands. We will have grim-faced workers cheering and ing high the scarlet banner and realizing the old chiseler is dead and his slimy ghost is then in for good help to hasten the real funeral! C.-M. ee P.S.—The crown (clown) princes and the queen of better (bitter) times were also in line. Amusements RADIO CITY MUSIC H. SHOW PLACE of the NATION Direction “Roxy” Opens 11:30 AM. “Lady for a Day” Warren William—May Robson Guy Kibbe—Glenda Farrell and a great “Roxy” stage show. 35e to 1 p.m—sse to 6 (Ex. Sat. & Sum.) RKO Greater Show Season —-— | RKO Jefferson 2? + ae = CARY GRANT and BENITA HOME” in“Gambling Ship” | Al “HOLD YOUR MAN” with JEAN HARLOW and CLARK GABLE Comprising the following: “DEATH OF A with IVAN 2. Added | PUDOVKIN'’S “: Attraction | vr ACME American Premiere—New Soviet Masterpiee “An Hour With Chekhov” THEATRE GOVERNMENT CLERK,” “CHAMELEON” and “ANNA ROUND HIS NECK’ ¢ Players Pret. 1. P. Parley Udth Street and Union Square Also “BUILDING SOCIALISM the great revolu' Dancing After the Movies THURS., SEPT. 7th, at 8:30 and 10:30 P. M, A Soviet Film Version of Gorki’s Famous Novel “MOTHER” 1905” Masterpiece of the Gre at Soviet Dnrector PUDOVKIN IN U. 8. S. R.” and tionist in action ENIN”, Admission 25¢ at the WORKERS’ FILM PHOTO LEAGUE, 220 E. 14th St. FRIDAY. SEPT. 8 | Workers Center 49 Pacific Street Stamford, Conn. aa P.M, e SAT. SEPT. 9 Tolstoi Club 106 Hallet Street Bridgeport, Conn. SUN, SEPT. 10 The Little Cinema 36 Howe Street New Haven, Conn. Cont. Showing Start 2 p.m. M. 4 ED understand. fome of the things that Hen had told him so many times. meen Connecticut—Take Notice New Soviet Film Masterpiece of the great Soviet Director 2 News Reels—Building Social- ism in Soviet Union. ; Lenin — World’s Revolutionist in Action. » BENEFIT OF THE ‘DAILY WORKER’ EXCITING—STARTLING—STIRBING Bared on ¢ ‘Mother” Gorkl’s Famous Novel “1905/7 PUDOVKIN ROYCE touring for the “Daily” will speak at all showings Added Attraction Greatest oe are really equal, yes, when the purest \ Singing tunes of freedom, andhold © measures. Workers, organize and