The Daily Worker Newspaper, February 3, 1934, Page 7

CHANGE ——=THE— WORLD! By Michael Gold GOD’S LITTLE ACRE oe just begun to expose Welfare Island here in New York, years after Communists told the story. When a Communist uncovers one of these sores, they call him a | propagandist and forget about it. When a capitalist politician does it 0 get votes or something, why he’s a crusader. Anyway, everyone knows now how the gangsters ruled this penitentiary. reproduced capitalism in there, as best as their simple minds could. The Warden was a kind of office-boy, it seems, just the usual consti- utional front for the real dictators, like any king or president. There were two monopolists in there who had swallowed up all | the smaller businessmen. They led two gangs, (or corporations), and sold everything the heart desired. You could buy any quantity of cocaine on Welfare Island. You ould get booze, or porterhouse steaks, cigars, cigarettes. You could have a natty ison suit made to order, with three tryons. The goods were stolen, like everytéing else, from the prison warehouses. If you needed shoes, or socks, handkerchiefs, underwear, one of the | two rival racketeers would sell it to you. Twice a day their bakers | passed through the cellhouses peddling illegal cakes and pies, They were bankers, and would lend you money at high rates of interest. Others of their henchmen supervised the crap games and ard games, furnished cards, dice and chips, and held the kitty. There was even a fine house of male prostitution run by these business geniuses. They were cleaning up some $20,000 2 year each, some reporters say. Therank and file of the prison proletariat lived on the most awful slops, thin stew and chicory. Welfare Island was one of the filthiest jaiis in America. But the two capitalists lived in big sunny rooms in the hospital, which they'd captured; had servants to cook and clean for them, kept pigeons and a fine garden, etc.... And now it’s all being taken away from them by a bunch of peck- sniffian self-righteous moralists. No wonder the gangsters feel deeply surprised and injured. Were they doing anything so different from the world outside? Weren't they merely settling up 4 little capitalist’ society on Welfare Island? One can imagine Joey Rao or Eddie Cleary whining, why doesn’t the Mayor take a whack at the really big capitalists? The bankers who are trying to shut down the public schools so as to get their city bonds redeemed; or the racketeers now making a.fortune out of their poisonous: legal whisky and wine; or the department store owners who | sweatshop wages and drive girls to the street; or the clothing | bosses who run their shops with the help of gangsters and bribed Imbor union officials? So what, Your Honor, the Mayor? Is this a system, where only the petty capitalist gangsters are persecuted, while the biggest ones, who happen to be your friends and supporters, go free? * * : . » THE WELFARE ISLAND BLUES (OEY RAO, one of the two kingpins at Capitalist Island, seemed to have broken down almost as badly as the Kaiser and the Czar did, when they were stripped of their, rackets. This tough guy from Harlem, who was leading a life like Hitler’s and is said to have knocked off quite a few rebels or chisellers during his Island rule, now is reported to be a cry-baby. He frequently bursts into tears in his cell, says the prison doctor. “What have I got to live for now?” Dr. Berg claims the iron man has ~ asked him. This* may be only one of those propaganda stories by which one * businessman tries to belittle his rival. But if it is true, it is typical ‘“of the American Babbitt psychology. They give up so easily. During the boom days they were heroes and crowed and bragged of their superiority to the whole world. Today jethey jump in such droves out of windows, that the hotel clerks don't “vknow whomito believe any longer. Don’t give up the ship, Joey. You will come out of this all right. ‘You have some big friends in the city administration who are loyal to you, They have to be quiet for the nonce, byt will see you through. You-will have to take a short rap, probably, just to keep up appear- ances. When you come out there'll be plenty of new work for you. "The A. F. of L. leaders and the bosses they work for, for instance, will ;*Still be needing you to use against the rank and file workers. Tammany ‘Hall will still be flourishing. And then there’s a new racket—Fascism. You might call on someone like Lawrence Dennis, editor of the “fascist sheet, the Awakener. He’ll be needing you to bump off a few - people like Oswald Villard, Rabbi Wise, Jane Addams, John Haynes “Holmes, and other pacifists and Mberals, Seward’ Collins is another tascist editor who can use you. Don't let the intellectual appearance of these young men fool you; _,,they've got the jack and they want and need blood. Cheer up, Joey, you may find yourself appreciated yet by the people who've now got you in jail. Look at Italy and Germany, where men like yourself run i ;the government. (4 The MORNING FREIHEIT says: —“A powerful anti- ON war film"...The picture is timely at this moment < 99 nations of the ‘world are preparing for a new world- war.” with WEADIMIR SOKOLOFF (Moscow Art Theatre), ERNST BUSCH (uow in eaile) LOUIS DOUGLAS, Negro International Vaudeville Star Fanture AMBASSADOR TROYANOVSKY, KARI, RADEK, Bie, “4 14th STREET and CME THEATRE ‘ rron square fg ae RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL—, THE FIRST INTERNATIONAL TALKIE! when the imperialist Misa! 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(Steinway Piano) XIM GORKY’S “yEGOR RR BULITCHEV” TOWN HALL tee. eve, Fen. 6, 8 ARTEF “|” ““poxscumn MARTHE Theatre | SB aiawtrn ts || pewcee” KRUEGER |: Every Saturday &| see it”—Harold hin Daily Wi Sunday Evening pee. at Fiane Philharmonic - Symphony | »2¢"Sesie Secs" 10:30—Barn eee, “Music Prom 10:31 ing of Hudson Thestre fo 3 Artists From Ope Steinway Piano a DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY §$, 1954 8, 198% Farrell’s New Novel Portrays Chicago Life; - ‘From Broadway to Moscow’ Is Human Account |“Lonigan” Sequel Is the Best Achievement of Young Writer | THE YOUNG MANHOOD OF STUDS LONIGAN, by James T. Farrell. The Vanguard Press. $2.50. Reviewed By EDWIN ROLFE AMES T. FARRELL is a young Ch‘cago novelist who during the past. five years has risen rapidly into the ranks of the outstanding young writers of fiction today. Almost com- pletely unknown when his first. book, “Young Lonigan,” was published, he continued to write short stories which | appeared in such periodicals as the| “American Mercury,” “Story,” “The | New Review,” etc. His second novel, | “Gas-House McGinty,” published | last. year, revealed two important factors in Farreti’s growth. It es- tablished, through a very experi- mental but nonetheless thorough treatment of a group of workers em- ployed at the Continental Express | Company offices, the author's iden- | tification with his own rich and fer- tile proletarian background. Mor over, it marked the actual begin- ning of Farrell’s leftward growth. His new novel, it seems to me, is his outstanding achievement to date, In it we can observe the end of lits youthful “experimental” period and the beginning of a genuinely mature approach to his material. Begins Where First Novel Ended “The Young Manhood of Studs Lonigan” begins where “Young Loni- gan” ended. We get our first glimpse of William Lonigan on @ sunny April day, walking cockily along the street, his shoulders slouched in the disdainful devil-may-care attitude of his seventeen years. The boy is ap- proaching manhood; he has had a quarrel with the old man and he fears another when he gets Bome;| “He shrugged his shoulders, because | Wilson was going to declare war any one of these days, and maybe the war would get him out of it.” He’ watches the “punks” — the younger kids in this tough Chicago neighborhood—playing at war in the trenches among the tin cans and re- fuse of a city lot, and he wants to join them. But the realization that he is seventeen’ years old, on the verge of keeps him from entering the mock-war. War is declared. Several of the older fellows in the gang enlist; Studs and two of his buddies try to make the minimum army weight by eating bananas (which they steal from an Italian pushcart vender) and drinking water, But all they achieve are painful bellyaches, which keep them in agony for a period of days, This is Studs’ first disappointment, the’ first of s long series of frustra- tions which mount. gigantically as Farrell applies the keen strokes of his unexcelled detail. Studs Lonigan plays football—it is dirty football. He gloats over the deaths of several Negroes in @ “race-war”; he wants & girl of his own, like Paulie Hag- gerty has, only he doesn’t want to get married. Studs gets drunk with the gang regularly, visits the bawdy. houses, the dance halls where his vals pick up young and ct~ ing girls. And through it all, he feels the pointlessness of life. He wants to better himself. He makes countless resolutions to keep fit, to stay hard and clean; he joins a ¥.M.C.A to keep trim by swim- ming. We read of one scene at the “Y" pool, where Studs and # com- panion wise-crack to each other about the officious-looking, sissified young clerks. We never see him at the “Y” pool again. He .goes to church, listens to Father Shannon deliver a two-fisted. he-man, rip- TUNING IN TONIGHT’S PROGRAMS WEAF—660 Ke KD bast Pr. Ties in the News—Dr, Stan- ley Hi TM evan Days—Sketch ‘7:45—Jack and Loretta Clemens, Songs 00—Olsen Orch. ‘30—Variety Musicale 9:00—The Weaker Sex—Drama—Mrs. Wil- Mam Brown Meloney, Editor, New York Herald Tribune Magazine, Narrator 10:00—Rolte Aes) Men About Town ‘Trio; i eS ie rag (0) on the 18:30 A. M.—Wilson Orch.; Songs; ‘Tommy Harris, Songs; Ryan and Noblette, Comedy; Senator Fishface, Comedian; Group WOR—710 Ke rts—Ford Friek larry Hershfield 1 '30—Little Symphony Orch., ae James, Conductor; Olga Zundel, 8:30--Morros Musicale 9: in Recital 11:00—Weather Report rein 13; eh. WJZ—760 Ke 8:00—Painter Reporters of the New World al ae ry LaGuardia, Speaking at Din- ner of Real Estate Board of New. York, fs JAMES T. FARRELL roaring ‘attack on sin, prayer to Mary, joins “in @ | listed! asking her protec-4 hire tion and ‘aid in the struggle of the | Catholic youth of this land for the triumph of virtue.” But soon he is back again at the pool parlor, drink- | <2) MARJORIE E. SMITH No hotel in the city would | He had been a waiter What work could he do/| the bla meant the | the garbage can for a him. all his life. a his ma ge. And his sons, daughter, | ‘ng, visiting the bawdy houses. The wife, didn’t understand; it was} book ends in 1929, after a New Year's| tragedy, living with peosle who Party. couldn’t understand what a man Studs Lonigan in 1929 was doing . He wasn’t a fool! “The dirty gray dawn of the New | He wasn't! He had been right. And Year came slowly. It was snowing.|they needn't have lost the strike, if There was a drunken figure. hud- | only they had all shown cour- died by the curb near the fireplug|age, heart . .. He coula see it so| at Fifty-Eighth and Prairie. Aj| clear. They could have won if only dassing Negro reveller studied it. He}... Some day all the American work- yaw that the fellow wasn’t dead. He jing men would strike, and even the yolled it over, and saw it was a young | waiters would have to then, and then 1 Nene Walker’ s Widow Deseribes Life in the U.S.3. 8 FROM BROADWAY TO MOSCOW, by Marjorie E. Smith. New York: Macaulay. 317 pp. $2. Reviewed by SENDER GARLIN “PROM Broadway to Moscow” by the wife of Ryan Walker, the Daily Worker cartoonist who died in Mos- cow two years ago, is the best proof that books about the Soviet Union co not have to be written after the fash- | ion of Eve Garret Grady and Will Durant to be popular and “human.” Marjorie Smith, an energetic news- | Ppaperwoman and novelist, accom-/ panied Ryan Walker to the Soviet | Union on a Workers’ Delegation in Oct. 1931 “I was neither good proletarian nor | good bourgeois when I started out | on that morning of October, 1931,” she writes. “I was just another curi- ous human being out to see the Rus- sia of today, about which I knew nothing whatever, which was precise- ly what I knew of the Russia of pre- vious days. But, I was open-minded. Every human being who sets out to see the Russia of today insists that he is open-minded.” t A ee eee! Page fever |IF I WERE COMMISSAR | Symposium on American |Literature at John Reed | Club Tomorrow Evening NEW YORE- Phil Pp Raby, Dennen Liter: nerica?” at Wa ture Progressing in symposium at the John Reed Cl Sunday at 3:30, Rahv and Phelps are members of the editorial board of Partisan Re- | view, 64-page bi-monthly organ of | the John Reed Club, which comes off } the press today. Support the National Convention Against Unemployment, Feb. 3, tn Washington, D. C. SECOND EDITION THE ROAD By GEORGE MARLEN A Communist Novel Against Fascism - - - $4.58 RED STAR PRESS P. 0. Box 67, Sts. D, New York —By Gropper Garrison Villard of “The | would be » weathercock. | Oswald | Nation,” ‘Deep and Real” - In spite of the fact that she would be described as a ‘| the Zap italist’ © ponny-snatching man with a broad face, the ey puffed black, the nose swollen and | bent. He saw that the suit and coat | were bloody, dirty, odorous with vomit.” 2 S | too “It, was Studs Lonigan, who had | once, as a boy, stood before Charley some day, he would grow up to be strong, and tough, and the real otuft.” It is a terrifying and brutal pic- ture which Farrell gives us, the pic- ture of a section of the post-war generation growing aimlessly through coarse and brutalizing experiences into frustrated and vicious men. In the sheer accumulation of his hard- boiled, superbly-detailed scenes, he intensifies the sense of frustration and defeat one feels, with Studs Lonigen, at the end of the story. A More Significant Thread But there is another thread which runs through the novel, slighter in its execution, but far more signifi- cant both for the understanding of the book and of its author. It is the recurrent and_ sirengtheni: overtone of the italicized passag: between the separate chapters—the passages which set the stage for the detailed actions of Studs and his sang, and which, far more thoroughly than the major theme, set the trend and direction of the milieu. Thus we find Mr. Le Gare “black- | he Bathcellar’s poolroom thinking that | . they would win...” | Farrell Looks Forward | And young Danny O'Neill, look-! ing out of the window of the Upton | Service Station on a corner of | Wabash Ave. in the black belt where worked . Yealized that the | Church “was not merely ignorance and superstitution. It was perhaps} not merely a vested interest. It was a& downright hatred of truth and! honesty .. . He realized that all his} education in Catholic schools . . . had been lies . .. He tried again to} study. He envisaged a better world, | a cleaner world, a world of ideals such as that the Russians were try. ing to achieve. He had to cael to prepare himself to create that | world . Farrell has within his own ex-| perience the material of which great novels can be written. And he is | enough of an artist, as this book shows, the core of vitality, in this al. “The Young Manhood of Lonigan” is not clever, nor ight, nor witty, as so many of the highly-praised novels of the past few years have been. It is deep and real. It tackles its problems hard and cleanly. Farrell possesses the type of perseverance and honesty and ability which, given a big enough theme, can produce a monumental work. Art Young’s Inferno Is Hard Slap at Capitalism on Earth ART YOUNG'S INFERNO, A Jour- ney Through Hell Six Hundred Years After Dante. Delphic Stu- dios, New York. $5. * Reviewed by WALDO TELL RT YOUNG has been sore as hell about hell—particularly about hell on earth—all his life. To those who remember his drawings in the old “Masses,” the “Liberator,” the “New Masses” and a host of kindred pub- lications, this new book will be a genuine and welcome addition to their store of wise laughter. To those who aren’t old enough to remember I suggest a careful perusal of the old files of these magazines, And both groups ought to watch the pages of the weekly “New Masses” for new drawings by the old master. Hell to Art Young ts not the pic- | °vek:x turesque place thet hundreds of ro-| pie mantic artists and poets have paint- ed and sung. Hell to Art Young is capitalism ruling the earth, grinding the life and strength and beauty out qi of men and women, crushing chi Gambling, Hunting Sinners, An Art | Gallery, Courts, Money Incentive, The Slums, and many others, There is even a “Sanitarium for the Queer” in Act Young's Inferno, some of the inmates of which are Voltaire, Hux- ley, Daumier, Socrates, Hugo, Heine, Marx, Lenin, Jean Jaures, Dan- ton, And Art Young tells us that he saw others in this sanitarium—in- cluding Walt Whitman, Beethoven, Shelley, Byron, John Reed, Clara Zetkin, Eugene Debs, Rosa Luxem- burg, Anatole France, 8 ES, Art Young has observed much during his long life, and he has put most of what he has seen in black-and-white drawings of the kind he has in this book. His satires on | caitalism have been double-edged, ng laughter from his audience ling a keener, clearer vision 7 the truggles.. And I am one of the legion who hope to follow his own rm and peculiar art satire for y years to come. dren, denying then: food and sun Bnd Garlin’s “Interview” Play—the horrible stifling and crush- | ing of human hope and aspiration and creative energy. It is not strange, then, that Hell hhas been the Subject of no less than three of the six books of drawings and cartoons he has published. His first, published in 1892, was called “Hell Up to Date”; his third, which appeared in 1901, was “Through Hell with Hiprah Hunt.” And now we have his most recent “journey through hell’—“Art Young's In- ferno.” One can get somewhat of an idea about Art Young’s approach to the subject of Hell from these few words, taken from his own preface to the caaee book, in which he describes his. first. descent into hell over 40 years ago: “, ..I found the American en- trance (to Hell) in Chicago—went all'the way down, looked around, in- terviewed:the King, and returned to tell all. On.thé journey I discovered that the ancient abyss was becoming industrialized. Slowly, the old King had managed to build a few rail- roads, coal chutes, elevators running from one circle down to another, and everywhere I saw machines for par- ticular kinds of punishment.” But this was in (2892., RT YOUNG'S latest Hel looks like New York. The attentive reader and observer will notice that the hail and brimstone issues from the tops fot hundred-story skyscrapers, thet the city scenes remind ons of Wall Street. And if you look closer, you J.P. Morgen, with horn: on will see ‘his head. presented as “a native of the upper world who became on> of : Prominent devils of the In- ferno. ™ Tr The : *Big Paredes" you see a "!cloven-hoofed and leering fat devil marching alonz the strest, as the ‘ks pnd be ese) uaa and the ‘zoom — overheat earing a ‘Anscribed “Hell, Right or Wrong.” ‘Let ‘me list some of his ee: High Prices, Salesmansh:p eursatacy Wealth, ene inne a), ible ‘Existence, Thee Bankers, Grett The Bank Failure, Armored Car, Sooty “Cities; Stock Exchange, With Paul Blanshard Featured in New Masses | Among a number of outstanding | features in this week's New Masses, | on the stands today, 1s a. brilliant | “interview” by Sender Garlin with Paul Blanshard, a “Socialist on the Bandwagon,” who is now New York's Commissioner of Accounts in the Fusion administration of Mayor La- Guardia. Taking Blanshard at his own sug- gestion, whén an apvointment for an interv:ew for the New Masses was requested, that Garlin “do his cari- cature of me out of his own imagina- tion,” Garlin prepared the interview and obtained Blanshard’s official an- swers (from Blanshard’s published utterances) to a number of ques- tions on unemployment, the Social- ist Periy, the Communist movement, the class struggle, and manazed to show Blanshard tangled un in re- vealing cont-sdictions and oppor- ‘unistic evasions, Tiya Ehrenbourg, noted Soviet ‘write. contr‘butes a fine background analysis of the Stavisky scandal in France which has precipitated a crisis in that country. There is also an jlluminatine sur- vey of the hotel workers strike in New York; an article by Jack Stachel. “Lew's Sits on the Lid,” on the United Mine Workers’ of Amer- ica convention in Indiananolis, and a piercing renort on the Welfare Is- land “revelations” made by the city cdrministration—for its own purposes. es is shown by Danie] Allen unde the title, “Rese Water for a Sewer.” Book reviews by Granville Hick~ Michael Gold and others, a mass recitation poem, “America, Amer- ‘eal’, by Alfred Kreymborg, and “rawings by Bil! G-onner, Nol, Tronh Burck, Reginald Marsh, and others also appear. WHAT’S ON The “What's On” column appears on Page $ today, in jand to bring out the es-| |with | @8 we were alone again.” “sophisticated” newspaper woman for whom there is nothing conceivably new, she got quite a jolt when she and Ryan Walker were “shadowed” by @ dick from Scotland Yard. | She and Walker had just paid a! visit to the London Daily Worker for whom the latter was making a strip similar to the famous “Henry Dubb” “Bill Worker” series. “Somehow,” writest Miss Smith, “It never once occurred to me that Scotland Yard's vigilance would in- clude me. The truth was that I was | bawling the deuce out of Walker for ing up with any political organ- jization that would involve such things as policemen, when a good- leoking young man of about thirty- five barred our path. I was not too jangry to forget to be charitable, so| I paused long enough to say: ‘Oh! Walker, give the poor fellow some! | American money, “Walker fumbled through his pockets and brought out a dime. To our astonishment the man refused it. | Instead, he introduced himself as Of- ficer Harrigan of Scotland Yard, and with a feigned ‘this-hurts-me-more- than-it-hurts-you’ look, demanded to know what we were doing in the Daily Worker office, and where were our passports?” Of course, the author of “From Broadway to Moscow” got many | more surprises when she reached _ the Soviet Union—but, of course, | of an entirely different kind, with the result that she began to suspect | that her “sophistication” was of | | the skin-deep variety. | | She discovered. for example, that | |the “dread GPU” are really swell | guys whose job it is to “lead the strug- | |gle against counter-revolution, spy | ing end banditism”; that it is against | the law for a tourist to give a native | | American money in exchange for Russian rubles; that speculation was severely punished; that members of |the Young Pioneers could make the managing editors of American bour- | geois newspapers look sick in a dis-| cussicn on economics and sociology; | | | | |and that the morality of the Soviet | which de-| ¢ Union was something |Draved publishers of American tab- loids could not even comprehend. “From Broadway to Moscow” con- | tains some appealing descriptions of | various personalities—some of them American Communists, There’s the | “American Comrade,” for example. | “The American Comrade was typical- | ly American . ..” she writes. . .| “a cross between a night city editor and a walking delegate for the car- penters’ union. I gathered that he represented the American Communist Party in Moscow, in some building | called the Comintern. “From this building the three 4 us went for a walk, for the American | Comrade seemed bent on showing us| the capital of the U. 8.8. R, He was | very young and very enthusiastic ., .| this American comrade. He spoke | a typical Western drawl, | Stressed his “the’s, wore typical American clothes, and _ scattered Americanisms throuzh his Russian descriptions. All in all, the man did not look like a dangerous radical... I wondered, as we walked along, why this young man with the soft voice and pleasant smile was in Moscow, and if he were a part of this ‘web of the Red Spider’ that one reads of so | often in American newspapers. I made up mv mind to ask Walker more about internal polities as soon Walker was for more ty 30 years an active artist in the workingclass movement, first in the Socialist and later in the Communist Party. He did not come to us, however, until the crisis revealed to him the true nature of the Socialist program. In the interim between the formation of the Communist Party and his en- trance into it, Welker worked In a} technical capacity for bourgeois nub- ‘Neations, all the time oppressed by his feeling of isolation from the| workers and farmers — thousonds of whom knew and loved him for his “Fonrv Dubb” 2s well as for his chalk talks which he gave on numerous na- tional tours, The book-jacket or “From Mos- cow to Broadway” was designed by his co-worker. Ja*ob Burck, staff ar- tist of the Neflv Worker. Ryan Walker’s ingenuous en- thusiasm over everythint he saw in Rrssia, his plowinz letters from the collective farms and cities which be visited—while his wife rem-ined in Moscow — are all recorded in the hook, This enthusiasm and his un- snarin activities resulted in his un- timely death. The changing conceptions of the author as a result of her visit to the U. 8. S. R. is touchingly indicated in the dedication to her book: TO RYAN WALKER Who Went to the Soviet Union and — Says Edwin Rolfe in YOUNG MANHOOD OF STUDS LONIGAN BY JAMES T. FARRELL Author of YOUNG LONIGAN and GAS-HOUSE McGINTY $2.50 of all bookstores * VANGUARD Everyday Life in Soviet Russia FROM BROADWAY TO MOSCOW By Marjory E. Smith (MRS. RYAN WALKER) Author of “NO BED OF ROSES” A strictly human and informal account of ten months’ experience in Soviet Russia, written by a sharply observing newspaper woman. She tells what the man in the street thinks about, and how he spends his proletarian time. Intimate obser- vations of Communism, the housing situation, food, homes, industry, amusement, private life, officials, hospitals, morals, the army, and Russian humor. Corliss Lamont in NEW MASSES: “The narrative is sincere, amusing and unpreten- tious. Miss Smith has a sharp eye for detail amd literally nothing escapes her. It is this quality that gives the reader the feeling that he is there on the spot. ... Will illustrate the difference between being @ racketeer and an honest author.” © Recommended by WALTER DURANTY: “Points the mental contrast between bolshevik and bourgeois. It will probably shock both parties but should also instruct them. It is light and humorous in form, but there is a true depth of feeling, perhaps even & lesson worth learning.” On Sale at the Workers’ Bookshop and at Other Bookstores—$2.00 Jacket designed by Jacob Burck Macaulay — Publishers — 381 Fourth Ave., N. ¥.