The Daily Worker Newspaper, February 5, 1934, Page 5

CHANGE WORLD! =. By Michael Gold i Ae GE Aad the wife of a very important man, namely, ing T., Bush. . so ely chairman of the board of the Bush Terminal Company, which owns one of the biggest warehouses and skyscrapers in New York, and he is something” in Wall Street and director in 40 corporations and all those cther things that make a men important even during a de- | pression, In shorf,’though there are 17,000,000 Americans out of work, My. Bush is still_a_mult{-millionaire. And so is his wife, I imagine. She is red-haired, and her maiden name was Miss Marian Spore. She came to New York from Michigan in 1922, with only one friend in the great heartless city. Now she lives on Park Ave. and is the wife-of Mr. Irving T. Bush. Her success has been phe- nomenal, When she aftived here, some tabloid took her picture with s crystal ball, She was gazitt? into it for inspiration for her painting. The young country maiden had never had a drawing lesson in her life, but was painting pictures that spme of her friends thought “masterpieces.” It | was all psychic, she'explained at the time, A genius needed no drawing lessons—all he or she needed. wes crystal balls. So I guess about. that timerthe aging Mr. Bush married this maiden, How could he resist? It is one's duty to pay wibate to genius. tg . role. TO MAKE THE:GARDEN GROW o LL these facts I have ¢ulleé from a newspaper, which further reports that Mrs. Irving T. Bush H#§ recently returned to her psychic painting. She is holding a ten-day exhi¥ition of her work at the Wildenstein Gal- leries. These are very swanky galleries devoted to pure art. No John Reed Club painter would be allowed jn there with his “propaganda.” But Mrs. ving T, Bush is more than thrice welcome, even though her paintings, if I am judge, are no better than that thing farmers use to make the garden grow. She evidetitly fascinated Mr. Wildenstein with her charm or her check-book.-" Anyway, a reporter fof the ¢apitalist sheet, N. Y, Herald-Trib, went up to interview Mr. and Mrs. Irving T. Bush. The result was memorable, and ought to be pasted in every scrapbook, a real Pulitzer Prize news nccounl The lady talked .a blue streak for half an hour, it seems. She had painted eight of the pictures in eight weeks—a canvas a week, which is a better record then that set-by Michael Angelo, Daumier, Gaugin, Pi- Siqueiros, Boardman Robinson or Milt Gross. hat methods had’ she™’used in beating the world record?” asked the reporter. " psc “I don't know,')-pubbled the Madame. “I’m not prepared to say, though y I hope te:make a study of it. Maybe hunches make me paint I do. Everyone gets what I get, it may be in the air, we don’t know, If I can work very rapidly I can get something worthwhile. If there’s some hindrance, ibis tregligible as to quality. + § ver look at any’fisers when I’m painting them—what can I by cbudy: If coms. va the—I call it rhythm—just as I can tell, being able... put my fingers on it, wiether a person is well ¢, Three Vultures, Starvation and the Mirage. ‘And this is called The Oasis,” she explained one painting. “It just shows the monks after they crdssed the desert. Those darker figures are Bedouins. I meant to pub thei faces ia but I didn’t have time.” She didn’t have time. So the monks have no faces. She was too busy to study painting, so herspaintings haven’t a shred of thought, or | syle or feeling—they’ are just the mediocre dabblings of an idle, unde- veloped mind. ~* MOE But Mrs. Irving T. Bish i$ the wife of Mr. Irving T. Bush and she is able to hold an. exhibition of this tasteless time-wasting garbage, at one of New York’s higges, art. galleries. And then they,jant us to.respect heir bourgeois hypocrisy that says there’s such ’a thing as “pure” art. “paar 5 * iRT, NOT PROPAGANDA : “LL, heaven knows we Reds are not such good judges of Art. How often have we been fold fhat we demand soap-boxing in everything and DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, MONDAY, FEBRU. | Degeyter Club Plans To} |Enlarge Orchstra To Size of Symphony The Pierre Degeyter Club Orches- | tra, the only orchestra of profes- | sional calibre in the revolucionary movement, is inaugurating a recruit- ng drive beginning Friday, Jan. 26. Tt is the aim of the club to aug- ment its orchestra to full sympho- nic dimensions. There is a growing interest on the part of rank and file musicians in the orchestra that gives ‘mpetus to the movement to enlarge the orchestra and bring it up to the ‘evel of existing symphony orchestras, Rehearsals are hold on Thursdays at 8 pm, at 5 E. 19th St. Auditions will be held thos: evenings also. Orche-tra, Committee. Stage and Screen “Legal Murder,’ Scottsboro Play, and “Broken Doll” Open Tonight; “Biography” Returns “Legal Murder,” a play dealing with the Scottsboro case, by Dennis Don- oghue, will be presented this evening by Allen Productions at the President Theatre. Marjorie Warfield, Hayes Pryor, Marion McLaughlin and Burt Cartwright head the cast. John Golden’s new production, “Broken Doll,” by Anne Morrison Chapin, will open this evening at the Masque Theatre. The players include Spring Byington, Ross Alexander, Fred Leslie, Joseph King and Barbara Robbins, The Theatre Guild will bring back “Biography,” the S. N. Behrnman comedy which ran here last season. Ina Claire is the chief player in the production which opens a two weeks engagement tonight at the Ambas- sador Theatre. Others in the cast include Shepperd Strudwick, Charles Richman, Jay Fassett and Arnold Korff. Milton Herbert "s four character play “Sing and Whistle,” will have its premiere on Thursday night at the Fulton Theatre with Ernest Truex, Sylvia Field, Donald MacDonald and Dorothy Mathews as the players. “Broomsticks, Amen!”, a play deal~ ing with the folk ways of the Penn- sylvania Dutch by Elmer Greens- felder, is announced for Friday night at the Little Theatre. The cast is headed by Margaret Mullen, Victor Kilian, Jane Seymour, William Von Schoeller and Jean Adair. “Merry Mount” Premiere At Metropolitan Opera Saturday “Merry Mount,” an American opera. by Howard Hanson, from a dramatic poem by Richard L. Stokes, will have its premicre on Saturday afternoon at the Metropolitan Opera House. The principal singers include Ljung- berg, Swarthout, Johnson and Tibbett. Tullio Serafin will conduct, Other operas of the week are: Mon® day, Feb. 5, “Don Giovanni,” with Ponselle and Schipa; Wednesday eve- ning, “Die Meistersinger” with Muel- ler and Lorenz; Thursday night, “Boheme” with Norena and Marti- nelli; “Tannhouser,” Friday afternoon with Rethberg and Lorénz/“Mafion,” Friday evening with Bori' afid Schipa | and “Haensel and Gretel” and “Pag- Hacei” on Saturday evening. ‘are fanatics. So maybe the Lady is a painting genius, as Mr. Irving T. Bush and the Wildéhstelf Galleries seem to believe. But jwe think she’s | another one of those female hams, pretentious and dumb, one finds among | the rich. Yet let itypass. | What really sicknes one with the Lady is her hypocritical interest in | the unémployed. She ran a Bowery breadline for a time, so as to get her picture in the papers under the caption, “Lady Bountiful.” And she is proud of her stunt, it proves she’s a rare and unusual personality! Gray-haired Mr, Bush, say8 the reporter, smiled affectionately as his wife went on to assert her independence of everything and anything that sles not seem to her riglit. ~~~ “Nothing can stop me,” she said. “Mr. Bush can tell you that I’m practically lawless. I used to go down in the Bowery and feed 5,000 and 6,000 men when the-police captain said I was the first white woman who'd ever been there.” ol (Liar! There are plenty of poor, homeless old white women on the Bowery.) i “Look at these, ring: and_ Mrs. Irving T. Bush dazzled the reporter with two ponderous" thor Sparkling pieces in which the jewels were al- most an inch square—‘tHley'resCanary diamonds. My husband says no- body else would usesthem; but*J'm not afraid to.” TUNING IN TONIGHT’S PROGRAMS WABC—2860 Ke. ‘7:00—Myrt and Marge 2:15—Just Plain Bill—Sketch ‘30—Armbruster Orch.; Jimmy Kemper, Songs ‘7:45—News—Boake Carter 8:00—Green Orch.; Men About Town Trio; Vivien Reth, Bongs 8:15—News-—Edwin C. Hill 8:30—Bing Crosby, Songs; Arnheim Orch.; Mills Brothers, Songs }:00—Philat Sylvan Levin, Conductor Orch., 9:15—Howard Marsh and Mary Eastman, Songs; Kostelanetz Orch. 9:30—Gertrude Neisen, sSorgs; Jones Orch. 16:00—Wayne King Orch, And such ¢ vulsatiafs who rule America. How long will this class be tolerated in its,shaméless exhibitionism? What, do these para- sites contribute to life? ™ 4 Shades of Fascism athe Brooklyn, N. ¥, fascist shows his teeth and is ex- BB. tice posed by himself. “technique” Editor, Daily Work z Characteristic ofthe trend jn all capitalist countries: is, the.valedictory of Superintendent William-J, O'Shea. Tn the name of dei y; Dr. O'Shea Yes this is the current of fascists and social fascists—save “democracy” by dictatorship (fascist, of course). Dr. O'Shea in reality wants to instituta,a.dictatorship in the educational system of this coun- uy. * Dr. O'Shea proposes tokeep intel- ligent teachers in, a “straight jacket” of silence rej bg, the. dominant social economic th¢ory of. our .time. More, he argues forthe dismissal of teachers who are radically-minded. The eminent Dogtor fears even “a sheer, an intonation of voice, ary im- perceptib’e gesture” which may ‘be in- terpreted by students as a derision of democratic doctrines-and for glarify- ing radicalism, He trem¥les at, mere “intonations,” mind you! , He stands aghast at the “alarming” increase in radical “communist” thought among the teachers and students... .- But the honorable Doetor cannot learn from experiefice, For” every teacher and student’ whom he has caused to be dismissed or expelled, 30 have risen to taketheir place. Can he never learn that discontent and that. revolt? oe He speaks of democracy,—but:does he know the real, meaning of the term? Apparently not. The supposi- tion of democracy is:that m free: peo- ple have the right to form: theirown opinions. The denial of free: speach to teachers and students! is ageinst the very constitution Dr. O'Shea as a defender-of Ame: and democracy is pledged to uphold. Dr. O'Shea gives) himself. away when he says that ‘the’ Américan State erects its schools to: maintain and perpetuate the ideals'of Ameri- oppression breeds donot beds | represents a dying capitalist class that sheds its pretentions of democ- racy when the cauldron becomes too hot, and grasps the bloody sword of fascism. But fascism oppresses the laboring masses and since breeds discontent and thus revolt the capitalist class is doomed and the vie- tory of labor assured, In closing may I add a few brief comments on the “Daily.” The ob- vious betterment of the “Daily” and the attendant increase in circula~ tion should warm the heart of every class conscious worker and intellectual. I persoalnly of it and proud of it, there is still room for improve. ment. The “Daily” must be broadened in scope to include the problems of young workers and students. Why not a special column devoted to youth prob’ems? COLLEGE STUDENT. WHAT’S ON Monday MASS MEETING AGAINST HIGH COST OF LIVING at 87 Bay 25th St., Brooklyn. Prominent speakers, 8:30 p. m. ROUND TABLE STUDY AND DISCUSSION GROUP led by Martin Chancey, at the American Youth Federation, 323 E. 13th St. Contrast between Economic and Political situation in 1914 and 1934. Admission free, DRAM. GROUP OF ‘THE AMERICAN YOUTH FEDERATION, 323 E. 13th St, am However, hearsals every Monday, 9 p. m, sharp. HARRY SIMMS BR. I. L. HEADQUARTERS, 2239 Church Ave. B’klyn. Discussion on building new center. IMPORTANT ALL Mi! can democracy against every other form of government.” Then it 1s°rot pee ed Pi he’ seeks “to!cup- old . illusion of ‘dem*eracy, Fhich is not democracy at all’?The So Ot FILM SCHOOL Pi TONIGHT AT NEW HEADQUARTERS, 12 E, 17th St., 8:30 P. m. sharp, CLASS IN POLITICAL ECONOMY—Pro- gressive Workers Culture Club, Ave. Brooklyn, 8:30 p. m. glad}, 10:30—News Bulletins 10:45—Connie Gates, Songs; Eton Boys, ngs; Warnow Orch, 11:15—Boswell Sisters, Songe 11:30—Lyman Orch, 12:00—Belasco Orch. 12:80 A, M.—Little Oreh. 1:00—Light Orch, . WOR—710 Ke 7:00—8ports—Ford Prick, 7:15—Comedy; Music 7:30—Maverick Jim—Sketch 8:00—Detectives Black and Blue—Mystery Drama 8:15—Billy Jones and Ernie Hare, Songs 8:30—Renard Oren.; Olga Albant, Soprano; Edward Nell, Baritone 9:00—Variety Musicale 9:30—Herman and Sam Herts, Accordion and Saxaphone 9:45—Alired — Wallenstein’s _ Sinfontette; Mina Heger, Soprano ‘ 10:15-—Current Events—Harlan Eugene Read jon | 19:30—Dance Orch. 11:00-—Moonbeams Trio 11:30—Whiteman Orch, 12:00—Stern Oreh. * WJZ—760 Ke 7:00—Amos 'n’ Andy 7:15—Baby Rose Marie, Songs 7:30—Potash and Perlmutter—Sketch 7:45—¥rances Alda, Soprano = $:00—Morin Sisters, Songs; King’s Jesters; Stokes Orch.; Cliff Soubler 3 Van Gordon, Metropolitan Opera Com 8:45-—Red Davi Contralto of pany ‘is—Sketch Directed by Professional Instructor. Re- | 10:00—East 9:00—Minstrel Show 9:30—Pasternack Orch,; Theodore Webb, Baritone 10:0Carls Gardel, Baritone; Mariani 10:30—Henri Deering, Piano 10:45—Ozark Mountaineers coe , Songs 11:15—anthony Frome, ‘Tenor 11:30—Harrls Orch. 12:00—Martin Orch, 12:30 A, M—Dance Orch, Cis tegery WEAF—660 Ke 7:00—Trio Romantique 7:15—Billy Batchelor, Sketch 7:30—Shirley Howard, Songs; Jesters Trio 7:43—The Goldbergs—Sketch 8:00—Dramatie Sketch 8:3 Lawrence Tipbett, Metropolitan Opera Baritone; Daly Oreh.; Frank Parker, Tenor '30—Ship of Joy, With Captain Hugh Bar- rett wine Josef Lhe n evinne, Piano Orch.; Lullaby Lady; Gene Arnold, Narrator 10:2°—TIneminvment Insurance — Senator Robert F. Wagner of New York. (Com- 2 oot; ef Unemptoyed Cons vention in Washington, in the Daily Workez) 11:00—John Fogerty, Tenor 11:15—Weems Orch. Lees Orch. , 159 Sumner | 12:00—Olsen Orch. Admission free, ' 12:38 A. M.—Masters Orch the street y: “I don’t st his motor f whipped in through the door and Joe pulled the c: “eather jacket up about threw the car into first shifted into second. “Don't forget what I said,” Weiss shouted ater him. “Nuts,” Joe muttered. He made a sharp right turn out of the garage and headed up-town. It was o'clock. At 33d St. and Fourth Ave. he stopped for a traffic light and clo: the side window. His ears were tin gling, He scanned the street on both sides smartly, the keen and intui tive scrutiny of 2n exnerienced ha: man. He raced his motor to keep it ‘rom stalling. In the window of the d which he was pazked he could see the big blue cab and himself at the wheel. The car looked powerful. He cruised slowly up Park Ave. A yellow cab pulled up beside him. “Hello, wop,” the driver shouted, doe grinned. “Hello, Levine.” The yellow cab drew ahead. Joe & cigarette. Those fellows on the company cabs had the righ ideo, Steady job. He swore to himsclf, Steady job in the pig’s eye. Eighty thousand hackmen in Now York City, Eighty thousand men out of ‘work, You lost your job but you had a chauffeur's license. You took your test and joined the hack army. The avenue was deve:ted. Pzonle who rode in taxis didn’t get up at six. The cab owners, however, weren’t in- terested. They wanted their cars on the street, Joe turned east. down 42d St. and then cut back into the hack ine which exended from Grand Con- tral to the Hotel Commodore en- trance. The area was restricted but the cops didn’t come on duty until 8 o'clock. Joe cut off his motor and removed his gloves. His hands*were frosthittsn. Levine and Anderson came up. “You're “heat workin'?” Levine osked. “Sure,” Joe said, The two hackmen got into his cab. Joe got out of the driver’s seat and joined them in the rear. “Nine cars ahead of you,” Levine said. “The 6:35 ain't due for ten minutes, But the riders’ll pass me up anyway, looks like the Tooneryille bus.” GLISTENING black Cadillac im- ousine drew up behind them. The chauffeur icaped out gingerly. He epened the rear door and a pair of silk ankles stepped out. The girl was bundled to her eyes in sable, “Hurry,” she seid, A round becr-kin tured out after her. “Coming, darling.” The s-rl and the fat-"ocod bearskin hur- tied into the hotel. Levine watched them. His lips tightened. “Home from a party. The bastards,” he said. “Freeze her toot- _ the My wife was up at 4:30 this morning’ tittlin’ some heat out of the stove wood. “ And’ mo" check last week.” “That was good,” Anderson said. He was lanky and cadaverous look- ing. “I come home with nine.” Joe wes silent. He was’ thinking jchout his court enzare~ent. “Who's j sittin’ in Traffic today’ he asked. “Delaney,” Levine said. “Tough baby. Got a ticket?” “Failin’ to signal. You know the snow we had Thursday?” “Bitch of a day.” “I'm comin’ down Fifth Ave. near 46th about ten in the mornin’ when en old man with an umbrella stens out in front of me. It was slippery. But I stopped dead. Smack, some- hodv h'ts me in the rear. The old man beats it. I hop out and some guy ‘n a gray top-coat comes un swearin’, I spotted a pair of black puttees.” “Cop?” Levine asked. “Traffic sergeant. His private car. A roadster. The radiator was smashed, ‘You dao bastard!’ he yells. I saw blood, but Jesus, a ser- geant..., ” “He must have been on top of you when you stopped,” Anderson said. “Christ, I couldn't take my hand off the wheel to signal. I would've clipped the old man.” One of the cars up front moved away. Levine and Anderson got out. Joe slipped behind his wheel. The Westehesier Limited was in. Two more cabs pulled ou with calls. Joe with” an $11 pay 6] cleanly-painted but vacant store near | That old lord of mine | fi ith 3 hendful of | RY 5, 1934 nm to shiver. Ee returned to his car, @ clouds looked ominous. It was rk and cold. The 7:45 was empty. One cab pulled 1 Then another. Joe ly. That fool Anderson. led out with a call. Joe rear door of his car, A man hed hailed “Where to?” “Paramount Building.” Two bits, Joe thought. Two bits for two hours, He stepped on the gas angrily. The cab shot forward. When he returned to Grand Cen- ‘ral the cops were at work. He saw the bootblacks running. “The sons of bitches.” New York's finest. Chas- ‘ng hackmen and bootblacks. He }*urned into Park Ave. and cruised |down-town. He was driving along ifth . at 9:45 with 80 cents booked when he realized it was time for court. Joe* entered. It always was. Joe had parked his taxi on a side eet, He scanned the courtroom ond snared a seat in the rear, The clerk was droning the arraignments. A line of traffic violators filed in ‘rent of the bench. The clerk called cach mame and then asked rapidly, “Guily or not guilty.” A man and a girl pleeded not guilty but their sen- sences conformed to the order of the morning. “Five dollars or a day.” The magistrate looked bored, He was red-faced and jowled. Another line formed in front of the bench. The magistrate told he clerk to make it snappy. That was the day he got into the newspapers. That was che dsy justice triumphed. Eicht hundred ‘cases disposed of in five hours. Two thousand dollars col- “acted in fines. “Joseph Bonasera,” the clerk called. Joe hurried up front. A line of de- fendents formed at his side. The went into his song and dance. “Bonasera, guilty or not guilty?” Joc | planation,’ he said, The magictrate jtooked up. The old man had ay | neared suddenly from behind a tra ic stenchion, Joe explained. T couldn’ take my hands off the wheel. If the car behind me had been its proper distance there wou'dn't heve been no crash.” The magistrat crummed his fingers impatiently, haven’ any money,” Joe ended lamely, “Five doilars or a day.” The clerk was calling a new batch of prisoner Joe to the cell room. The others had paid their fines. “I’ve got my cab side,” Joe told the flunky. He lipped a half-doll into his hand. The flunky looked at the silver viecs “You'll have to make it a dolla) buddy.” “That's all I got,” Joe said. "Ie showed the attendant 45 conts, “All rivht.” In half an hour Joe was behind the wheel of his cab, ra ee f WAS 11 o'clock now. Joe looked at the 45 cents. He had made 15 cents in tips, Of the 80 cents he had booked, 58 cents belonged to Weiss. He was 13 cents to the bad, He shift Sears angrily and drove in the direcion of Fifth Ave. He was hun- ory but lit a cigarette instead. There were two cigarettes left in the pack. He hack>d feverishly until 3 o'clock. He played the big stores, all the way up the line. Macy’s, Lord and Taylor, Arnold Constable. He clided up to every store entrance un- til the traffic cop on duty made for him, He was weak with hunger. His back ached, The cigarettes were sone, The bookings had increased to $1.90. At Fifth and 56th a blonde sirl in-a mink ecat hailed him. She cradled a shivering Pekingese doz. “Park Ave. and 72d St..” she said, Joe opened the rear door. His stom- ach was tightening. He caught him- self nodding. He was driving in a hee. “I knew I shouldn't have come North this early,” the girl was say- ing. “But it was.so warm at Pine- hurst, I thought it must be mild back home also.” She fondled the peke, “Poor Jeanne,” “It’s cold today,” Joe said. ae warm in the taxi,” the girl said. By DAVID PLATT + 4 iad feeling one gets coming out of the Acme Theatre (New York) after seeing “Hell On Earth” is that of having witnessed the performance of perhaps the firs; honest and in- telligent anti-war film that has ever come out of capitalist Europe or America, For the scores of films praising and commenioreting the insanities of war, that have apveazed like another at- tack of poison gas since the Armis- tice, we have this one, lone, little ‘ndependent film for the first time really making a sincere effort to combat the long-esteblished and well-endowed institution that makes billionaires out of millionaires and incidentally decimates the mosses. Usually in the so-called pacifist or anti-war film of the professional movie industry you can smell the vowder barrel behind the olive branch a mile before the picture is half over, but in “Hell On Earth” every seene bears the recognizeh'e stamn of honesty and reality. The char- eters beth at home and in the rench are very humanly and symp2- “hetically pictured, there is little or “o sentimentality in the presenta- ‘on of the episodes, the nationali- “tes are not made the butt of inane °uns as in most bourgeois films, the seatment of the Nevro soldier in ‘re dugout scenes is delightfully re- veshine after the sterectyped and “ulse charecterizations we have been ~eeustomed to in the canital'st films, vad finolly there is no mistak'ng th> “Hell on Eaith” At Acme Is Fine Anti-War Picture UTSIDE the Soviet Union, the masses have had little or no op- nortunity for. expressing themselves within the motion picture. The Workers Film and Photo Leagues have made beginnings, but nothing so ambitious as an anti-war film. Films Jike “Hell On Earth” which honestly speak the international *<nmusee of fraternity and brether- hood, are as welcome as any deni in the armor of capitalism. May there be many such independent films to make the imperialists quake ‘n their boots, Certainly they them- celves are not going to Jet loose any such propaganda against their own interests. War prenarations moke. for war-preparedness movies to shell- chork moviekoers into doing the hicding of these present masters of the earth. This is their powerful weapon and they are using it in ‘ims Ike “Come On Marines,” “West Point cf the Air,” “Rodney,” “Son af A Silos,” all pea_vmr films, Anti- war films such as “Hell On Earth,” are our strongest defenses against r‘h-ir onslaughts, Of course these films will natur- clly have their technical and ideo- ‘ogical weaknesses. But they will ‘ecome better and better with ex- nerience. “Hell On Earth” is not 2 revolutionary film. It has notn- ing to say about the basic causes of war. But nevertheless it remains ‘he first film outside the Soviet Union ‘9 sincerely make a stn) in the right direction—a deep stab in the heart of the war mongers. It should be “eaniny of the anti-war message of the picture, seen by everyone opposed to war and capitalism. him, | | "RAFFIC Court was crowded when was desperate. “Guilty with an ex- | | | | ti | Bum kidneys and the price of cof An attendent escorted | fee an’, | gas gets you up front,” Joe The girl was playt tehed h y reached the nan came out of the The cloc five cents. r and a qua ink you,” Joe said. It was the é tip he had received all day. | more call and he'd pack One Weiss expected four dollars a da; To hell with Weiss, A sharp pain | shot through his back, He Stopped | car in the middle of the Sweat br out over his straightened out. His kidne: After a while he drove y heading for Grand Central. | At 4:30 the meter registered 3:20. | Jce pulled up to a cafeteria at Third | Avenue and Fortieth Street. Rose | would be sore, but he couldn't wait | for supper, He draped a biankei| over the radiator of the car and| entered the restaurant. Several men | nodded. He walked up to the coun-| ter. “Coffee an’.” | “What kind of cake?” asked the| man at the counter. | “Raisin.” | Joe deposited his food on a table! and removed his cap and gloves. His | hands were grimy and he wiped them | on his jacket. “Mind passin’ the; sugar, buddy?” “How's bookin’?” asked the man at the table. He pushed a bowl across, E coffee was hot, Joe stared out into the street. The windows were steam streaked and the street lights blinked despondently. “Damn this racket,” he said to the man across the table. The man shook his head. He looked weary, “Kids have to eat,” the man said. He rose and buttoned his overcoat. “So long,” Joe was left alone. He stared into his coffee. A! urty brown ring encircled the inside of the cup, It was ugly. Belly-wash. Joe drained his cup, pushed his chair aside and walked to.a corner table. | He noticed a vacant chair and sat | down, “Workin’?” he asked the youth at bis side. The youth skook his head. “Didn't Sturgis put you on?” “Two days ago, But I only booked | @ deuce yesterday.” The sons of b——-s, book, no “What did you clock,. Bonasera?”| man in an o:d red sweater asked.| “A trey and change,” “Tips too?” | “Eishty cents,” | “That ain't so bad, considerin’ the weather,” “The wife ain’t interested in the weather,” Joe said. He felt tired again, His back still ached. A dull, insistent ache, Hackman’s earning: | If you didn’t} 2 That was what Reynolds said. a Joe turned around. Reynolds was talking to a thin faced man in an old army coat. The thin-faced man broke in. “You know, an, Levine's | got guts, Yesterday he beats a light} to the Grand Central “entrance,! Hogan is on beat. He blows hi* whistle. Pull up, you Jew bastard, he yells, Levine pulls up. He jams his brakes and jumps out. He heads for Hogan. Nobody calls me a Jew bastard, he says, cop or no cop. Write me a ticket you ¢ + 8.... And Hogan backs up, m your way, he mutters, But Levine told him.’ | Reynolds nodded. He spoke slowly. Fighting cops, he said, didn’t get you anywhere. You had to get down to fundamentals, Unionization. Mass struggle. Joe listened. Some of it was over his head. He, remembered how they met, That late afternoon, | parked in front of ‘a Fifth Avenue! store, The limousine pulling up be- | hind him. The chauffeur blowing | his horn, “There’s plenty of room,”} Joe had said. “My madame Wishes | to enter the store,” the chauffeur | had answered. “Walkin’ a few sveps won't hurt her.” The chauffeur motioning to the traffic cop, And Joe drove away. { But Reynolds had witnessed the incident, “Watch me, kid,” He maneuvered his cab around in a four! corner turn, drove up the block and} then abreast of the limousine. A swift turn on his wheel, the bumper clipped the limousine fender, the fender bent back and Reynolds had turned the corner. The chauffeur leaped out. swearing. But the cab was gone, Now Joe listened to Reynolds talk- | ing about class antagonisms and he thought he understood, There were , those mornings, coming down Fourth | Avenue and headed for the down-| town financial district, sometimes with a call and sometimes empiy. The big limousines with their liveried chauffeurs, Didn’t the traffic. cops Wave them by genially, with a “Good | morning, sir.” But suppose you push a hack, “Come on, keep goin’,” Reynolds was still talking. Joe rose and fished a dime out of his pocket. | “Pullin’ in?” asked the man in the | red sweater, * E nodded. He paid his check and walked outside. He raced his’ motor and drove toward the garage. Weiss was paying of another driver, “You're late,” he said as Joe came 1n.} “Your night man’s been waitin’.” Joe didn’t answer. “What did you do?” Weiss a: . “Three twenty.” “You can’t work for me that way,” Weiss said, “I was delayed in court,” Joe Said, He closed his eyes. In two more minutes he'd let him have it. On the jaw, In the mouth, He'd kill the bastard. “I get a dollar ninety-three,” Weiss said. “Make sure you're in early tomorrow.” Joe started for the garage door. It wes 6 by the wall clock. Joe thought of Santos who had died after a kid- ney operstion, Hackman’s finish, A cold blast caught him as he stepped outside and Joe pulled the collar of his leather jacket up about his neck. ee (From “Blast,” a magazine of | proltar'an. short stories, edited by Fred R. Miller, 55. Mount Hope Place, New York City.) QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS ON MUSIC Readers are invited to submit questions on ths techn’2al, organ- izational and ideological aspocts of music, These questions will be an- swered periodically in the columns ‘of the feature page, | back of the house. Standing for eight |7onisms between Page Five IF I WERE COMMISSAR ROKK MM Ay | loa) Lk —By Gropper Herbert Hoover would be in a 290.| You can’t find a rarer specimen of the ‘Rugged Individual.” | The Room Clerk In the Hotel By C. ROBBINS Going to work in the subways ¢ » I read the headlines shoulder, “Waiters at Wa Later, when I arrived the office, I found a goneral buzz. “Have you read the papers?” | ‘Yuh, and it says that they may call| a general strike of all hotels in the city.” “Will you walk out if they call it?”) “Oh, they don’t mean us, They never | call out the clerks or office help when | they call @ strike.” “But they do, They mean everybody working in the hotels.” | “No, look atthe paper. It says! they'll pull out every food worker in hotels in the city. They don’t men- tion anything else. I wish we had some form of organization for the office clerks.” “The conditions of the white collar workers are no better than those in hours at a Stretch, jumping all around the place to please cranky guests and} super efficient managers. One wanting | such an such a type of room for a| minimum rate, the other always hanging around the desk to see that all rooms bring in the m nrice; the manager’s mind alw the profit and This year’s record must be: year’s. Never mind the wag laying off of help during season which is never replaced now} that the busy season is on. Half an} hour for lunch and if he's 4 utes late his fellow. worker °5-minutes in which to’eat. You're a! lowed out during certain hours and a} 4 @értain hour all must be back, These! five ‘minutes latenssses cous? anta+ the workers, who} “ust be shown that the fauit ‘s not theirs, the fight is not between them- valves but must be waged aczinst the | bosses who set the impossible reliefs | of eniv halt an hour. There are many grievances. Group | insurances which must be ed for, which means only another way of cut-| ting the wages, Recently workers were fired who refused to sign for the tn- surance. There was general sympathy | but always the cry, “If we were only) organized, we could do something.” | WIN AN ORIG GROPPER What would you do with the ranitalists and their avents if YOU were’ Commissar? Send us your nominations and the jchs yeu weuld assign to them. Any suzgestiors accented by Gropver will entitle the reader making the suggestion to the original of the drawing. Nominations are onen! AL, | | | | Hollywood is a © | cannot on! |p) | buddies haul him ba: jand last | up to Boll; ‘Son of Sailor’ Is Recruiting Film for Navy navy or the must bi Reviewed by 8. MARKS <8 c f a Sailor to us fro by the sailors. As the film um ane carrier having a gr: the expen or officers. “Handsome” ts ever ed to the home of a retired Ad: where he sits down to dinnér all the big shots of the and discusses problems of “de- In this scene the importance of the Navy and its air fleet is stressed for " To prove the importance of steals the on which aeroplane with. pilot, but can also. bring the place where it started out a it b: | from. With the aid of signa!s, “Hand- some’s” best pal, his superior officer communicates this news, to him Handsome” gives chase to this spy who tries to make his getaway. in. the ane equipped with the robot pilot. Our hero overtakes the villain ju the plane is about to leave Mother Earth, hangs on to the tail of the plane in mid-air, manages to get inte the rear cockpit of the two seater, ‘ghts with the spy, pops him on the ‘sad with a monkey wrench.and the, bot pilot takes the plane back on ck of the aeroplane carrier. The t plans are recovered and the spy caught Oh yes,.I forgot—“Handsome”. falls out while the plane is flying: over a 1 nich Is being bombed by he falls -mir- h into one of the sub- marine holds, bombs begin bursting al! around the scared gob, but te dessn’t seratct Our. quick-witted “hero looks for # hiding place, jumps ihto a can which has been blown into tho sea, and is still un: ed, He opens his cavernous mo yells; His to the ship. The sailor is rewarded for saving the 8, Navy plans and for demonstrat- ing the usefulness of the life-savihg device (the can). He rises from viain gob to chief machinist’s mi on the aeroplane carrier. The n shows “ dsom: with a pretty Chinese lassie ‘con ing in Chinese, * wikis Even technically the picture is not ocd standard. The scenes of our “great navy” are prominently and sharply: photographed. The scenes on ‘9nd are way below par. This no doubt was done with a purpose; The | Say life of the sailors and their frat- ernizing with their superior officers and admirals as shown in this picture {s poppycock—done for the same p pose—to leave an everlasting im ston of the great “clean and friendly life” lead in the Navy. Worker Drama Groiips 7ill Hold Conipetiifon At New School Feb, 18 NEW YORK--A preliminary com-~ netition of workers’ English language theater groups will be held on Feb..i8 at the New School for Soeial, Re- search, 66 W. 12th St., to select groups for participation in the National Fes- ival. of workers theatres to be held in Chicago on April 15, 1934, Winners of this preliminaty ¢oimi- vetition will take part in a final try- out against other groups from which the final winners will be selected. AMUSE MENTS THE THEATRE EUGENE O'NEI G Presents LU’S COMEDY AH, WILDERNESS! with GEORGE M. COHAN Nan GUILD THEATR MAXWELL ANDE! Thurs, d St. W. of B’way. Evenings 8:20, Mats, 20—Extra Mat, Mon. Feb, 13 RSON’S new play | CIVIC REPERTORY Thea,. Lith S. & 0th Ay. MARY OF SCOTL AND wi HAYES -MERIVALE MENKEN”< * ALVIN THEATRE Sind St., W. of Bway. Evenings 8:20; Mata, ‘Thurs, & Sat. 2:20—Extra Mat. Mon. Feb. 12 ENGENE O'NEILL’S NEW PLAY DAYS WITHOUT END | HENRY MILLER’S THEA., 48rd E. of B'way. Evenings 5:40, Mats. Thurs, & Sat, 2:40—Extra Mat. Mon, Feb. 12 Theatre Union's Stirriny Play THE ANTI-WAR HIT Sra Big Month PEACE ON EARTH 2nd BIG WEEK! ‘ The Great International: Talkiet “HELL ON EARTH” The MORNING PREYHEIT saysh “A powerful anti-war film” . . . The picture}. ls timely at this moment when the im} perialist nations of the world are prepar= ing for a new world-war.”~ Added Feature Rs : Latest Soviet Neicsreei See and hear: Troynnovsky, Radek, etc. ACME THEATRE#®3:¢ ‘WA, 9-7450. Evgs. 8:45. O° sy 50 NO Mats. Wed. & Sat , 2:30. TAX Arrange Theatre Parties for your organira- fion by telephoning WAtkins 9-2451 No. MORE LADIES New York Smartest Comedy with MELVYN DOUGLAS—LUCILE WATSON “A DEFINITE HIT.”—Herald Tribune BOOTH Thea., 45th, W. of Bway. Evs. 8:50. Matinees Wednesday and Saturday at ZAEGFELD FOLLIES - with FANNIE BRICE © M . 50 St. & 6 Ave.—Show Place of the Natton ‘Opens 11:39 A.M, ANNA STEN in “NAN Av Based on Zola’s Famous Novel’ | © and en the stage xi “THE 1ST MUSIC HALL” REVUE" =} 7 aan achseemnnenersanied tia i [ 88° Jefferson i 4 | Now |» MARION DAVIES & BING CROSBY — * in “Going Hollywood” also:—“SHOULD FADIES = with, LIONEL BARRYMORE & R Matinees Thursday JUDITH ANDERSON, Con oF ACE. CLEMENCE DANE & RICHARD ADDINSELE MAXINE EL'MOTT’S Thea., 39th, E. of Bway Eves, 8:50, $3.30 to S5¢, Mats. Wed. é& Sat. Roland YOUNG and Laura HOPS cERWs m “Her Master’s Voice” Thea., W. 45th St. Evs. 8.40 Plymouth "3iz“inon, ase ne rete