The Daily Worker Newspaper, December 20, 1933, Page 5

a | i } St, at 8:30 p.m. | LECTURE BORO | of Walter Roject Br. LL.D. end ¥.€.L, poe 43 Manat Lou WHAT WORLD! By Michael Gold | The Holly and Mistletoe ‘\APITALISM is making ready for its annual orgy of hypocrisy. Christ- mas is near. _ We have no sour complaints to make against the holly and the mistle- “toe, the good cheer and the social kindliness that often prevail at this holiday. Whatever their religious or pagan origin, holidays are an expres- ‘sion of the fundamental goodness of human nature. Capitalism Is an evil mould into which human nature has been forced. The system is the great criminal. You cannot grow healthy wheat in a dark cellar, You cannot have feet to walk with, as nature inten‘ed, if you bind them at birth as do the Chinese aristocrats, Profiteering, hypoc- risy and war are the laws of success under capitalism, and people who succeed under it must of necessity be unscrupulous robbers, lars and murderers. Yet some day, when the dictatorship of the proletariat has done its hhecessary work, when all classes have been abolished and there is a Soviet world, we will discover that human nature is fundamentally good. This truth breaks out occastonally even today, in the solidarity of strikers who share danger and hunger together, in the self-sacrifice of a hero like Dimitroff, in the life of a leader like Lenin. It is dimly seem at various holiday times, when people try to forget the meanness and degra- dation of capitalist life. It is seen at Christmas, and the capitalists exploit this warm human feeling for their profit as they do everything else in life. . . . A Class Weapon 1 Red Cross was founded presumably to be the voice of hufhanity on the battlefield, to help the wounded and suffering regardless of party. But we know what a swindle and lie this is. The Red Cross was used in Europe and Russia to fight on the side of reaction against the working class. The Red Cross has always refused to help starving miners if they were union members; it has Jim Crowed the Negroes and discriminated against them in floods and tornado catastrophes. It is definitely a class “weapon, and no worker should -assist it in any way. ‘The Salvation Army was also founded with many high-sounding words, but any jobless man tramping the roads of America today can testify to the cheap racketecring of this outfit. They collect a great deal of money from charitable people. They use it to sugar-coat the religious pill with which they try to put the workers fighting spirit to sleep. But it isn’t even @ sweet pill. They have never been known to give anything away. They sell the old clothes and furniture they panhandle; they charge for every bed and meal they serve; what is more, they work the unemployed at the meanest kind of scab wages. The Salvation Army has been exposed often, but not in any thorough enough manner. The job still waits to be done. Somebody should investi- te the ritzy hotel in New York erected for the Christly officers of this organization. Some one ought to find out where the profits go of their various collecting campaigns. Somebody ought to check the saintly Com~- mander Booth’s income tax, and find out how she can afford to travel to Europe in the finest bridal suites and capitalist luxury. ’ “ wet Tre Real Christmas ne Christmas: let a new book on Christmas be written, not the senti- mental Charles Dickens kind, but a truthful picture of the great lie. nothing but a sordid selling campaign for department stores. The nd the mistletoe are marked with dollar signs. Wholesalers who sked up. with rubbishy goods try to unload them now at fancy it heliy he svistmas means long overtime hours for hundreds of thousands of and salesgils, and no extra pay. The bosses inspire the Christmas so as to sel] goods, but feel little of it themselves. . * > at of Charity is supposed to be a season of charity and good-will. It is gion. Six days a week the robbers grind the face of nd on the seventh go to church and feel virtuous. It is a careful nto compartments. make wars, they run sweatshops and break stri*es, they er, they loot savings banks and foreclose farms and no merey-on their fellow-man of the working class, but pl ange him down and down into the depths of poverty. And at Christmas they smirk, and give each cther little presents, and sing Christmas carols, and drink egg-nogg, and pretend to remember the poor. One day cf pleitstion! How 2 brotherhcod, in a year of 365 days of heartless ex- n anyone bejieve in such hypocrisy? A Tow’'s Charity Gesture 3 Bee ew York Times is one of the leading Tory sheets of America. Its editorials are certain to be arrayed on the side of big capitalism. It is against unemployment insurance, it fights real labor unionism (not the Leo Wolman, McGrady, John L. Lewis fraud of course), it defends bank presidents exposed for swindling, it has criticized those who attempt to stop child labor. It is a smug but subtle kind of Tory. Many ex-Socialists are found in its adm/nistration. The rank and brutal Tory has a harder time function- ing today, as was proved by Hoover. A veneer of liberalism must shield the exploiter from the view of the bitter masses, and the “Times” is skillful in this kind of protective coloration. There are over a milion people in New York without work or food. | For years children have been dying of that capitalist disease politely named “malnutrition.” The total of suffering in the homes has never been told; the slow deaths, the insanity, the heartbreak, The “Times” never has a word to say about this, except to demand that the tax-rate be decreased on big business. But at Christmas they pick 100 names off the charity rolls and raise a few thousand measly dollars as a tip to the poor for their patience. They parade the horrors of proletarian life under capitalism in a daily column called the 100 Neediest Cases, and ask us to cure this with a few $5 bills. Listen to this smug lead on one of the daily stories: “The cold and snow, bringing suffering to the poor but reminding the more fortunate that the Christmas season of giving is here, brought a wel- come increase to the fund for the Neediest Cases yesterday.” Then follow little tragedies? C Case 10 is a lovely talented girl of 14 with- out any home; Case 120 is a Widow with five hungry children; she is sick _ With a chronic illness but worked in a laundry until she dropped of ex- -haustion; Case 2 is an.old longshoreman and his wife; she was the mother of the neighborhood, helping everyone, but now she and her husband are helpless; Case 44 is a dying Jewish scholar and family man who peddles razor blades on the streets when he is well enough to stand on his feet; Case 14 is that of an Irishwoman who was a dressmaker for ‘many years, but broke her arm, and is starving; and Case 8 is that of the family of a man who was an important business executive, but now his 16-year-old - boy, who is a half-cripple, supports the family as a messenger boy; and so - on and so on, At Christmas the big-hearted New York Times remembers these or people. There are 15,000,000 neecKest cases in America all during the ‘ear, but these hypocrites never tell the true story or pretend to feel sorry. fithey walt for Christmas! Helping the Daily Worker through Michael Gold. Contributions received to the credit of Michael Gold in his Socialist competition with Dr. Luttinger, Edward Newhouse, Helen Luke, Jacob er a? ras #0 IO tae ALU RID Yorke eee: will report on Baltimore Anti-Lynch Con- ‘erence. OPEN FOR auspices of Fordham Br, MSUu at De Witt Clinton High Sehool, 1th St. and Bidets Sed Bronx. bp tec a rganizer of 8.P. of Canada, will speak on New Russia.” at ‘ASS SCOTTSBORO Protest Meeting seh that ‘Thatford Ave., Brooklyn, of 8 p.m. Swi Nathen Greece, tho Y DAILY ae THE 1TH DAILY WORKER ON Ieee, DECEM- 90 ftom 8 Meio 2A. at the FOR PROGRAM, TERA W WORKERS: SCHOOL — “path de ge ti peed New York, third floor Boece aetad to 4° ‘the ‘orn at aren FAhcoony hearsal are held Mondays and. Wednesdays BEDACHT will speak in English on and Fascism” at Clarte, 304, W, 58th by Andrew Foka 6a; Photo- Poniase followed by discussion st head- quarters of Film and Photo League, 18 Lex- “Yagton Ave. at 28th tat 9 pm. Protest Meeting. © “Late Renaissance Art,” fn in a series of “A Marxian History of Art” at John aan ous School of Art, 430—6th Ave. at Tenth and Children tn the Soviet Uni 2." @ lecture by Sarah Rice at Rroad~ way Mansion, 209 EB. Broadway, at 8:50 pm, Auspices, Downtown Br, F, Auspleos tes Ane Brooklyn DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1933 School Forums in Allentown; New School in Seattle ALLENTOWN, Pa.—The Allentown Workers School Forum has arranged @ series of open forum lectures on important current issues, which will be treated from the working class point of view, by speakers who are well known in the labor movemeni in Pennsylvania, Each lecture will be followed by a period for questions and for discussion from the floor. The forums will be held at 119 North Third St. every Sunday after- noon at 2 o'clock. Admission is free. The program for the next three weeks follows: December 24, David Davis, Penn- sylvania organizer of the Trade Union Unity League, will speak on “The Roosevelt Program” (Banking, Infla- tion, N.R.A.), December 31, Edward Bender, former Secretary Unemployed Coun- cils of Pennsylvania, will speak on “Roosevelt Economy” (The Unem- ployed, The Farmers, War Prepara- tions). January 7, A. W. Mills, District Organizer of the Communist Party, will speak on “Results of the Crisis and the Revolutionary Way Out.” Classes on political economy, trade union tactics, and other theoretical subjects connected with the working class movement, are also being form- ed. Information can be secured at the Sunday meetings or by address- ing the Allentown Workers School, 119 North Third St, . 8 Seattle Workers School SEATTLE, Wash.—A great step in training leaders for the growing working class movement here will be the opening in Seattle of a Workers’ School, the winter term of which will run from Jan. 2 to March 30, 1934, The following courses will be given: History of the American Labor Move- ment, Revolutionary Journalism, and Fundamentals of Communism on Tuesday nights; and Trade Union Strategy, and Principles of Working Class Organization on Friday nights. Registration for all courses is going on now at the Workers’ School, 1915 First Ave., Seattle. The fee is $1 a term for a single course for those who are employed, and 25¢ for unem- ployed, Pioneers to Play ‘Strike Me Red’ Four More Times During Christmas week, the Alan Potamkin Operetta, “Strike Me Red,” which was performed at City College with 70 children, Negro and white, with great sucess, will again be performed in four different points in the city, primarily for children, ‘The music was written by Gertrude Rady. The operetta will be shown in the following places: Brooklyn: Dec. 25—Brownsville La- bor Lyceum, 219 Sackman St. Harlem: Dec. 27.—Finnish Hall, 27 W. 126th St. Bronx: Dec. 28-2075 Fulton St, Manhattan: Dec. 29—Manhattan Lyceum, 66 E. Fourth St. All these performances will take place at 2 p.m, Tickets for children are five cents, for adults 25c. Stage and Screen “Kuhle Wampe” Opens To- morrow At Fifth Avenue Playhouse This is the final day of the Soviet talkie, “Road to Life,” at the Fifth Ave. Playhouse. Beginning tomorrow the Fifth Ave. will present “Kuhle Wampe,” or “Whither Germany,” the German unemployment film which the Hitler regime banned in Ger- many, The cast is headed by Herthe Thiele, who played in “Maedchen In Uniform,” and Ernst Busch, who had the role of the French miner in “Kameradschaft.” The picture has a musical score by Hans Eisler. Over 1,000 members of the Labor Sports Union take part in the film. The 55th St. Playhouse is now showing “Monsieur Beaucaire,” star- ring Rudolph Valentino, This is a revival of the silent version of Booth ‘Tarkington’s novel. Litvinoff in Rome Seen on Screen at Embassy Theatre The Embassy “Theatre shows this week a very interesting shot of the Soviet People’s Commissar for For- eign Affairs Maxim Litvinott while in Rome, Litvinoff made a social call in the American Embassy in Rome. You can see on the screen the Commissar and Ambassador Long having a pleasant chat, If you are interested to meet Mad- ame Chiang Kai-Shek there she be} appropriately in the company American missionaries “discussing” the problems of present day China. ‘There is on the screen of the the- atre this week a whole featurette, called “A Day in Tokyo.” Tokyo is a city where Western ways have been puch assimilated but without its oriental charm, Stand a wat A WAD OF, maiw—/ i Hail Ny wi ii = Hae [a any (Ting Ling, the author of this short story, was aitested in Shang- hai last summer, and murdered by Chinese police. She was the best known woman writer of China, member of the Executive of the China League of Left Writers and @ leader in the Left Cultural Fed- eration. Her husband, Hu Yeh-ping, was also a well-known writer, lead- er of the worker-sold‘er correspond- ence section of the League of Left Writers. He was executed in Shang- hai in February, 1931. The follow- ing story by Ting Ling is translated from the Chinese.) ‘(LISH —SLOSH—slish slish—slosh | slosh... . ” ' From out of the greenish lamp- Nght of the hall an indistinguishable mass of human shadows was moving in the direction of the open ficld. Boots and shoes stamped heavily through the deep snow that covered the ground. The furious blasis of a winter night met them full in the face, assaulting them with the fine sleet and heavy snow that had fallen for half a month. The sudden attack of the icy wind drew involuntary shivers, but the shadows proceeded on. Siish, slosh—slish, slosh! | A second gust, roaring heavily, swept pitilessly over them, cruelly lashing the faces and bodies of the group. In the interior of the group, surrounded, guarded, driven on, walked a delicate youth, handsome in spite of his haggard face. He seemed to remember something with a@ sudden start. The past—all that had just happened—seemed to come, if somewhat distantly, yet clearly be- fore him. He saw a crafty face, filled with malice and greed—a full, round face, with the hated imperialistic mustaches. There was repressed glee in the evil, arrogant voice as the man had spoken, looking arrogantly at vshem from his high platform. “Have you anything further to say? Sentence has been passed on you and it will be carried out immediately.” Remembering, the youth felt al- most consumed by the fire that burned in his soul. He wanted to tear that face to pieces, to destroy it, to extinguish that voice! For one mad moment he thought he must force his way through the group, and he quickened his step. A short time ago, when he had suddenly been condemned to death without trial, he had been unable to preserve his com- posure as his other comrades had | done, but had lost consciousness in a wave of fury and anguish. | He was a young poet, emotional, sincere, passionate. “Pun-g.” A rifle butt crashed heav- ily on his chest. Thin-chested always he had grown more emaciated from 20 days of half-starvation in the dark and sunless prison. His memo- ries were interrupted by the curses of the soldier who struck him vi- ciously. “Rape your mother! What's your hurry? The devil can wait to take youl” Battle of Chains Clank! Clank! The hateful rattle of iron shackles on his hands and feet, and on the hands and feet of his comrades. About him was a con- fusion of sounds—hob-nailed boots stamping heavily over deep snow. Slish, slosh! Slish, slosh! Something else became clear. He realized that he was walking some- where. A strange thought came to thm. He seemed to see another pair of eyes before him, a pair of lovely, unforgetable eyes that gazed eter- nelly into his soul, Something in the intimate labyrinth of his heart pain- fully tore at him, stabbed him. The sky was black — illimitable blackness! Out from the blackness the sleet and snow whipped about them, carried by the roaring north * | Night o Death A SHORT STORY --Dawn of Freedom | by TING LING wind. The world was gray and ne- bulous and the snow threw-a dead ashen hue on the night. The black shadows of the group, the victims and their guards—moved. “silently through the grayness, the’ silence broken only by the clanking of chains, the rattle of bayonets. But no word was spoken. No one moaned, no one sighed or wept. Steadily they moved toward the hidden corner of the field, the place of execution! “Damnation!” some @he was saying to himself. “The dogs! How: far de Ting Ling they need to take us to chop off our | heads. ...” In the second row a girl comrade | repeatedly threw back her. head im- | patiently. The wind tossed her short hair over her forehead and into her | eyes. ‘The frail youth in the-center of the group tried to suppress the cry that | seemed to be driving him mad with | its inaistence to be born. He bit his lips and shuddered with a ‘hatred he could not express. With staring eyes that burned with some fire, he looked about him, devouringly, as-though in | search of something, péering: first at | one and then another of his comrades. | Face of a Comrade The faintly reflected light from the snow revealed the faces of those near- est him. A soldier, with thicic brows, | fierce eyes! A soldier, the face of an idiot, spreading nostrils, thick lips! Another... He turned from them, .. his eyes lighted-on a dea: familiar face. The face bestowed | upon him a look of tenderness andj} calm, a look that transo all} power of words, a look suth as only one comrade can give to another at the time of death, to comfort and| hearten. His anger and horror slip- ped formlessly away. Loye and some- thing else that could only be de- | seribed as “life’ took possession of his tortured breast, He enfold that face in his arms, to} shower kisses on it. He returned the look and then gave 2 nod of courage and determination. “Slish, slosh... .” The tramp of footsteps began to sound. like the disorderly beating of victoriotis drums on every side as the 25 marched for- ward. Above their heads the wind now became like a giant'red banner flapping over them. “Halt! This is the place!” shouted the uniformed officer fiercely, his Mauser clutched in his hand. “Halt! Where are you walking to! Sons of bitches!” “This is it!” came the-dull echo in all hearts. : “Line up the prisoners; Line them up!” The officer spat out the words. The soldiers in their padded overcoats began shoving the p-'soners about, clubbing them with rifle butts, throw- | TUNING IN | ay | | | TONIGHT’S PROGRAMS WEAF—660 Ke 7:00 P, M,—Shirley Howard, Songs; Jesters Trio 7:15—Billy Bachelor—Sketeh 7:30—Lum dnd Abner ‘The Goldbergs—Sketch ‘00-—ert Lahr, Comedian; Olsen Orch. 86—Wayne King Orch. 9;:0—Proubadours Orch.; Frances Williams, Be 9:00—Fail Duey, Baritone; Reisman Orch. 10:00—Hillbilly “Muste 10:40—National Forum 11:00—Davis Orch. 11:15—Jesters Trio 11:30—Bestor Oreh. 12:00—Ralph Kirbery, Songs 12:03 A, M.—Molina Orch. 12:30—Sosnick cen woR—T10 Ke 7:00 P. M.—Sports—Ford Prick '7:15—News—Gabriel Heatter ‘1:30—Terry and Ted—Sketch 1:45—Talk—Harry Hershfield 8:00—Detectives Black and Blue—Mystery Drama 8:15—Billy Jones and Ernie Hare, Songs 8:30—Main Birsek--Sasteh 9:00—Metropolitan Revue 9:30-—Dorothy eee ae Garfield Swift, Shackley 10:00—DeMarco Girls; Prank Sherry, Tenor 10:15—Current Evonts—Harlan Eugene Read 10:30—Jack Arthur, Songs 0 Alpert, Piano er Repors ponbeatna Trio ONE MAY GE Poor BUT 1F ONE GAs GENIUS —~ 4H WJZ—760 Ke 00 P. M.—Amos 'n’ Andy :1$—John Herrick, Songs 8:30—Dangerous Paradiso—Skeich 8:45—Red Davis—Sketch 9:00—Warden Lewis E. Lawes in Years in Sing Sing—sketeh 9:30—John McCormack, Tenor; Daly 10:00—Egon Petri, Piano; Syniphony 11:00—Anthony Frome, Tenor. 11:18—Morley Singers 11:30—The King Who Saw the Star—Sketch 12:00—Elkins Orch. 42:30 A, M.—Scotti Orch, eo er oe WABC--860 Ke 7:00 PB. M.—Myrt and Marge o> | 7:15—Just Plain Bill—Sketch 7:30—Travelers Ensemble © i 7:45—News—Boake Carter 8:00—-Green Orch.; Men Abont-Town ‘Trio; Vivien Ruth, Songs : 8:15—News—Edwin C. Hil 8:30-—Albert Spalding, Violin} Conrad ‘Thibault, Baritone; Voorhees Orch. 9:00—Philadeiphia Studio -Oreh. 9:15—Btcopnagle and Budd, Comedians; ‘Vera Van, Contralto; Renard Orch. 9:50-—Lombardo Oreh.;' Burns and Atten, ‘Comedy 10:00--Waring Orch. 10:30-—News Reports aise Warsow . Orch; It: 15 Modern Male Chorus. 11:30—Nelson_ Orch. 12:00—Littls Orel. 12:30 A. M.~-Hall Orch, 1:00—Light Orch. 20,000 Orch. Orch, Gertrude Niesen, | before up that lin ropes about them to bind them securely to the stakes behind them. Boois and shoes clumped in the snow ‘There was silence. An ugly silenc The prisoners Jooked at each othe unable to find any word to ey the haired they felt for theiz gue m Shackled by hands, B *) now to be bound to these 5 had been driven into the earth advance for their killing. Now they stood on the border of death. Dark- ness stretched before their eyes. The wind and the snow beat upon then |Stripped of their coats this their la the cold penetrated their b marrow. They stood close}; in a row. Gloom of the Night ver her In the gloom of the night, a group of human forms could be dimly made out, tugging and pushing at some heavy instrument. put it here! “All right-— Count the . two... , three. dier walked over and coun! The execution offic coarse of passed in front of the line, fol- lowing the soldier, po at e In that brutal fac e seemed to centrated all the ferocity of the xs towards the oppressed. Angry ssions flamed from thé eyes of the ‘isoners as he passed; it flamed up mee more in their breasts, burning their eyes and bodies with a fever of pain. They would have lunged out jand beat this devil to death, but their jhands were shackled and now bound behind them. They set their teeth and shivered in the icy wind from cold and from rage. A sol- “Comrade, be braver,” said someone | on the right of the youth. The young poet turned his head to look, whom he had talked so much at sup- per time. “Don't worry! I’m all right!” “Twenty-three, twenty-four, twen- jty-five! Correct! Good!” The officer who had been counting beliowed as he stalked heavily across the snow to the instrument, Illimitable emptiness! Incessant ;Wind and snow! Grayness without jend, darkness without end! . . .Gro- |tesque shadows were reflected in the death-like grayness, “Good! Ready! Wait for whistle!” bellowed the officer again, Whistle Blows All hearts grew tenser, like drawn bowstrings. The heavy object before their eyes was death. diers were working over it busi! The sky was crushing down on them | + —on the bodies of the 25. “Comrades! We are to die. somewhere else today there is a great coavention of our represcntatives. Our gevernment takes form today, Let us sh our government well But Long live our Soviet Government!” } ja; All the prisoners shouted wildly. All the things that had been stored up in their hearts, and that they could not express, came back with} sudden clarity. The night sounded} with their shouts, Darkness disappeared, and a light | glowed before their eyes—t of a new world. The shrill whistle blew. Twenty- five strong, heroic voices took up the strain: “Arise ye prisoners of starvation, Arise ye wretched of the earth...” Pit, pat, pit pat, pit pat! The heavy object swept the line horizontally, spitting out its bullet ts. | The singing grew a little weaker, but the few voices left increased in| | volume: “Tis the last fight we face...” The furious shriek of the whisile. Pit, pat, pit, pat, pat! The instrument swept the line |again. The singing again weakened | and only a few voices remained, Jlow | and weak. “The Interna—~” Steely Rain A third whistie. In the rain of bullets that followed, the song found | its end, | “Rape your mothers! You bas- | tards! Now go ahead and sing!” The officer swore contentedly and turned back in the direction from which he had come. “Pick up the gun,” he_ ordered. “Return to your posts absoti¢e. We'll | You} bury the bodies tomorrow. don’t suppose the corpses will walk off!” He went back to the hall, and the soldiers tramped again over the snow. Slish, slosh! ‘The night was ugly and forbidding. The wet snow fell heavily and the winter wind roared by only to ,come rearing back again. The snow piled up on the hanging heads, only to be blown off acain by the gale. They were all dumb and motionless, fas- tened there. In some spots—in one, in two, in three—the blood trickled | °’ down slowly and mottled the snow in the darkness. ‘Will the ky ever grow light! Th ursday CHINESE SOVIETS —Their History and Struggles, lecture by Charles Young at Friends of the Chinese, People, 168 W. 23th St, at 8:30 p.m. Adm. LL.D. BAZAAR salting wil sanont 6 69%. 13th .. 93, et 7:30 p.m. All delegates from I.L.D. branches and mass organisations are invited, together Get over a bit! Dress | It was the dear friend with/| Several sol- ¥ the birth | Page Five ‘Colorful Demonstration at ‘Daily’ Coliseum Celebration DAU ava | Noted tenor who will make his first American appearance since his return from the Soviet Union at the Tenth Anniversary Celebra~ | tion of the Daily Worker on Saturday evening, Dec. 30th, at the | Bronx Coliseum. During his successful musical tour in the various republics of the’ U. S. S. R., Radamsky collected a new group of Soviet songs, which he will sing for the first time in America at the Daily Worker celebration, . 'Radamsky is recognized as one of the finest tenors on the Weesee stage. NEW YORK. colorful demon: Jot Greater New York will take ple on Sat. evening, Dec. 30th, ai 40 cents and can be ob- the Workers’ Book Shop, tenth anniv Daily Worker the| t: Locked Room’ Coming Ambassador Dec. 25 Locked Door,” @ new play tbert Ashton, Jr., is announced for Ambas re on Monday b. Workers’ Club an- that tts member- | will attend The Prospect t i rday strong, the | the Th 500 Thes feld Follies” will Phere Sheesh coe ier ces Reale engagement at the rae ne y ube: eatre, Newark, on Dec, 25, onan’ geet ot the Dally eee prior to its New York showing at tha 2 Vinter Garden, whose continued existence and im- Miriam Battista is the latest addi= | provement aes OO uaunph for the | tion to the cast of “No More Ladies,” | The Celebration, at which Michael | | the Pappas ta ‘Thomas comedy, whicly |Gold will preside, will mark Sergei |°Pene in TRUSGeID le ee. ae Ar Radamsky's first appearance before | pu. qq, rr mh - Lai - an American audience since his re-|*hUr Cuiterman-Lawrence Langner his successful tour in the | adaptation of Moliere’s comedy, which aviet Unton. | is now playing at the Empire The- atre, has ben published jn book form by Samuel French, “Dark Victory,” a drama by Georgs Brewer, Jr., has been placed in re- hearsal by Alexander McKaig and will be presented on Broadway early in volar emusich s of the S: He > will treme i. sroup: of new Soviet «on his tour for time in 2 the United States co. A. Hathaway, Vorker, will be rogram fea- e | the only speeke | turing outstan Beginning Today—First American Showing | ANNIVERSARY |SHOLOM some ice | ALRICHEM’S Tears” | Q xz sitions of | Workers! Soldiers! euaaee ae | Seatret RAUNT. 7206 mi0h AME Yiddish Soviet Comedy—English Titles | STALIN! THE SOVIET UNION! & UNION 89. ACME THEATRE | Mth STREET THE THEATE) EUGENE O'NEDLL |) RADIO | || AH, WILDERNESS! | CiTY MUSIC HALL— 50 St. & 6! how Placa of the Nation Direction “Roxy” Opens 14:34 a.m, Ann Harding in “The Right to Romance” and second week of “ROXY’S SCHEHERAZADE” with GEORGE M. COHAN GUILD, zeit 224 St Wot Boway: Ev.5.20 Mats, Thors.&Sat2.20 MAXWELL ANDERSON’S New Play || MARY OF SCOTLAND < | | with HELEN PHILIP EDLEN. HAYES MERIVALE ME! Thea, 524 St., W. Er. Mats. Chur, TH AVE. PLAYHOUSE, near 13th St. Starting Tomorrow—FOR 1 WEEK ‘Tho Film BANNSD BY WITLER “‘Kuhle Wampe” or “WHITHER GERMANY” 800 1 to 6 p.m.; de Eves. (En, rut | ALVID The story of Stenka Razin ‘The wrest romantic revolutionary hero of old asia VOLGA. GA AMERICAN PREMIERE | nxo CAME! 42nd St.|25 to 1 Pt & 6th Ave. & badaedimceselie 7° to Prk 2:30 | — sesaditt- fer o\ax| Roland YOUNG and Laura HOPE CHEW ~ “Her Master’s Voi Plymouth ie 0,002 2a THE ANTI VAR PLAY PEACE “O EARTH. Stirring and Timely Play tn Town Ta THE FIRE = Executions? Germany Revolts! What Next in Germany? | TOMORROW PUBLISHERS 11 W. 43nd St., N.Y.C. The 8-Page Club TLL BRING TUE OTHER BAS (N RIGET AWAY = What. Did the Mailman Bring NOW FoR TUR FEAST: THIS ONE LOOKS TASTY TUS RUN WILL CERTAINLY BE A SUCCESS—