The Daily Worker Newspaper, March 19, 1934, Page 7

CHANGE —THE— WORLD! By SENDER GARLIN PRING is here, and with it the capitalist press resumes its traditional monopoly on poems of Spring and all the finer emotions which inspire them. For a time our own poetry editor was becoming discouraged, until he reeeived the following contribution, which seemed to both of us to answer all the problems raised by this phenomenon of Spring: The poets Sing concerning spring And say the bird is on the wing. Upon my woid this is absoid Because the wing is on the boid. . * * The Strange American Election Campaign in Joplin A" FIRST we thought it was a hoax, born in the fertile brain of the publicity man of the Joplin (Mo.) Ohamber of Commerce. We refer to the handbill announcing the “Platform and Biography of 8. A. Ott, Candidate for Mayor of Joplin.” But, disturbed by the fact that a note in parenthess on the bottom of the handbill said that Ott was “endorsed by the Unemployed Council,” we sent a wire to Peter Chaunt, Communist Party organizer in St. Louis. Chaunt replied SA OTT NO CANDIDATE OF PARTY OR UNEMPLOYED COUNCIL. We thought not, because we wouldn't conceive of any Unemployed Council in the United States endorsing such a fantastic character and such a fantastic “platform.” . . . . . Has “Mysterial and Inspirational Knowledge” leaflet, which carries a picture of the candidate (bearing a violent resemblance to Elmer Zilch, the hero of “Ballyhoo”) opens up on a militant note: “HARKEN!—A voice decrying the deplorable condition of a De- pressed People; calling for their Deliverance and the election of 8. A. OTT for Mayor of Joplin, who, with a mysterial and inspirational knowl- edge, knows how to deliver them from bondage . . . . A. Ott came to Joplin the 10th day of November, 1898. He is 70 years of age. He has been a hard worker from his earliest rec- ollection, being kidnapped at the age of three years, with no re- membrance of his parents or their name. He was taken into the wilds of Northwest Iowa in the sixties, where he was for ten years a slave, working for his captors. “At the age of 14 he ran away from the Ott’s, his captors; leaving at dusk in the evening; barefooted and without a coat; not a cent of money; not a known relative, and no place to go; confronted only with the wolves and wild prairies. His only refuge that midnight was to shelter with an outlaw in a one-room hut in the lonely hits of Iowa. During the 56 years since that night, he has gone through many heart- rending trials and hardships . . . “Without a visible guide, from his earliest recollections, he has faced the enticing lurings of the underworld; he stands above re- proach in good morals and law abiding; his life records are free of any crime against him; he has never taken a drink of intoxicating liquor; and all together in his life, he has never spent 30 minutes in a saloon, pool hall, gambling place or a house of ill fame. “Ott is an equilibriumist, an independent; believing that only those free from crime and vice, should be rulers and executors of law.” The candidate winds up his appeal for votes with fervor: “So I appeal to you workers of every class; you clerks, you house- wives; if I am elected Mayor of Joplin, Joplin soon will be a City ad- mired by every tourist, and will be known and read of throughout the Nation as a MODEL CITY. You will need no other advertisement to bring good people of Joplin.” . . . * About That “Writers’ and Artists’ Dinner Club” OVENS: a request for enlightenment, Maxwell Bodenheim turns in a report on the activities of the “Artists’ and Writers’ Dinner Club” in New York: “The Artists and Writers Dinner Club meets in a Chinese restaurant at 49 East 10th Street. The organization is governed, as far as the present writer knows, by David Plotkin, his wife, and John Sloan, who examines the art work of applicants and helps to secure donations from wealthy people, who are sometimes inclined to fling morsels to artists and writers. Each member receives a card, and if he forgets to bring it with him, he is promptly reprimanded and threatened with the loss of his meal. Complaints are always treated in a high-handed manner and the complainers are informed that plenty of other men and women are only too anxious to take their places. The meals are scanty: second helpings are taboo. The Chinese waiters—non-union men—give the members as little service as possible. And this middle-class charity organization is bureaucratic, and undercover, with the rank and file members deprived of any voice in the management of the Club, “Bach member receives a numbered table check, which he must hand to the waiter, as though he were in an institution. The members are forbidden to bring a non-eating friend along—for comradeship, or to share their meal with him—and they are not even allowed to receive momentary visitors while they are eating. The members are ordered to assemble at 3 p.m., but they must invariably wait until 15 or 20 minutes to 4 before they are served. In spite of this fact, late-comers are frequently deprived of their meals, with the excuse that they failed to arrive on time. Meals are not given on Saturday and Sunday, and the members must remain hungry on these days, though the rulers of the club indulge in good food on the week-end days. The organization should be exposed, and the members should unite and take matters into their own hands.” “Greek Gifts” from the World-Telegram ICAL of the “liberalism” of the World-Telegram is an editorial the other day which hails the Theatre Union's play, “Peace on Earth” as “one of the most exciting plays in town, a play which speaks a message of superlative importance, a propaganda play executed in glowing earnestness, but nevertheless a play of noble spirit and in- telligent understanding.” As a matier of fact this is all quite so. But the point is that the regular World-Telegram critic on December 1, a few days after the opening, sneered at the play and reviled it as a monstrosity. Some time later George Ross, another World-Telegram writer, had a few dubious words to say about “Peace-on Earth.” But the editors of the World-Telegram—always eager to display their impeccable “fairness,”—wait until 72 hours before the closing of the play (after it had run three months before thousands of cheer- ing spectators) to give it a few lines of belated praise. O brethren, let us recall the words of that famous American labor journalist of an earlier era, John Swinton, who declared that “journal- ism, once a profession and then a trade, is now a crime.” Cleveland Workers School Appeals To Sections and Units CLEVELAND.—The Cleveland Workers School appeals to all mem- bers of the Communist Party and the Young Communist League as- signed by the units and sections to register at once for the spring term of the school, Registration wil continue during the entire weeky * . | |duced by the j |Saturday, and Proletarian Novel | “How Much Are Six and Ten?” The Activities and Doekmen Struck Dramatized for Theatre Union NEW YORK.— Dramatization of | Grace Lumpkin’s famous proletarian | novel “To Make My Bread” has been almost completed by Albert Bein and will be pro- & | | Theatre Union next Fal, it was announced by Chas. R. Walker, 2x ecutive board head. “Peace on Earth” closed at the Civic Reper- tory Theatre the entire The- “Guoe pumpkin atre Union staff in, Wea ame | was thrown into the production of | “Stevedore,” a Negro play, sched- | uled for April 16, Bein is the author of “Little Ol’ Boy,” an exposure of reform school torture produced in New York City last Fall. In dramatizing the story of the industrializing and exploita- tion of the Carolina mountaineers, Portrayed in Grace Lumpkin’s novel, Bein has made a thorough study of conditions | mills and the great strikes. Other plays from which the The- atre Union will select next season's productions are: “The Sailors of Catarro,” a play by Friedrich Wolf on the mutiny of the Austrian fleet at the end of the World War, al- ready produced in half a dozen lan- guages; “The Third Parade,” an un- employment play by Charles R. Walker and Paul Peters; and “The Fourteenth Street Revue,” a musical satire on politics, TUNING IN TONIGHT’S PROGRAM WEAF_660 Ke, 7:00—Gould and Shefter, Piano Duo 7:18—Billy | Batchelor—Sketch 7:30—Shirley Howard, Songs; Jesters Trio 7:45—The Goldbergs—Sketch 8:00—Dramatic Sketch 8:30—Richard Orooks, Metropolitan Opera Tenor; Concert Orch 9:00—Gypsies Orch.; Prank Parker, Tenor | 9:30—Ship of Joy, With Captain Hugh Barrett. Dobbs 10:00—Eastman Orch.; Lullaby Ledy; Gene Arnold 10:30—Stock Market Regulation — Repre- sentative Samuel Rayburn of Texas 11:00—John Fogarty, Tenor 11:15—News; Lopez ‘Orch. 11:30—Lneas Orch. 12:00—Olsen Orch. 12:80 A. M.—Masters Orch. WOR—710 Ke. 7:00 P. M.—Sports Resume :1$—The Jazz Judge 7:30—Maverick Jim—Sketch 8:00—Selvin Orch.; Jones and Hare, Songs 8:30—Sorey Orch. 3:00—Musical Revue 9:30—Success—Harry Balkin 8. Wise, Hotel Astor 10:18—Current Events—Harlen Eugene Read 10:30—Mr. Fixit—Sketeh 11:00—Moonbeams Trot 11:30—Dance Music WJZ—760 Ke. 7:00 P. M.—Amos ‘n' Andy 7:15—Baby e Marie, Songs 1:30—George Gershwin, Piano; Concert Orch. 7:45—Kraueter Quartet 8:00—Morin Sisters, Songs; King’s Jesters; Stokes Orch.; Cliff Soubier 8:30—Michael Bartlett, Tenor; Concert Orch. 8:45—Red Davis—Sketch 9°00—Minstrel Show 9:30—Pasternack Orch.; Theodore Webb, Baritone 10:00—Henri Deering, Piano 10:15—Dzark Mountaineers 10:30—Birthday Dinner for Rabbi Stephen 8. Wise, Hotel Astor; Speakers, Former Secretary of State Bainbridge Colby, Mayor LaGuardia 11:00—Ramona, Songs STICK DECIDED to pay another visit to the foxy storekeeper who rented the farm to Fred Horner and now wants to evict him. Maybe a delegation of us farmers will make his fur fly and stop the eviction. Our green organization makes an- other mistake. We let the old fox get his nose in our wind. When we tramp into the store, the boy with the flyspot eyes is already for us. Says his pa went to town. The old man must have spotted us as we turned the bend ito the village. The oldest brother, he’s gone away too. Yet there is his car parked under a tree. We circle about a couple of times as if tracking our- selves and then tramp out. Dutch Hoffer cusses himself a biue streak for not having thought of sending out a scout first. “We'll learn next shot.” fi We drive to the next village. The plan is to call up the old skinflint, making believe one of us is inter- ested in buying tar paper. “Hold, or maybe chicken wire.” T've got the nickel in the coinbox already. “Make up your mind.” Fred rakes his noodle. “Make it fourply tar paper.” “Hello, hello.” Must be the oldest fox pup barking. “What do you want my father for? Sure, I can attend to an order. I'm no cripple. Tar paper. What kind? Fourply. What kind of a horse joke is this? Say, who the hell are you?” T hang up disgusted. Fred reels out of the booth, slapping his haunches and roaring his head off. The boys get into an argument about tarpaper. Hoffer swears by all that used to be holy there is fourply tarpaper. I’m sure that if I had asked for chickenwire we might have caught the old fox. Our next step before fighting the eviction by calling out all the farm- ers is to consult the lawyer. We know he’s after our votes. If he'll work for us, let him fool himself into believing the farmers will elect him county judge. Miller, Fred, and I drive down to the county seat, The tires of the in Southern knitting | DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, M NDAY, MARCH 19, 1934 Asked the Social-Democrat Max Winter Teaches School at N. Y. U.; Blabs Vaguely About “International Peace” still warm. By ROBERT GESSNER, Instructor, New York University How much are six and ten? Dr. Max Winter taught a class Professor Winter asked. Thursday afternoon at New Yor No one spoke. “Oh, come, University. That morning the Col- | ed the Professor, “how much is it? lege Bulletin carried his picture teen,” a timid female in the on the front page. He looked like id a kindly, grey haired school teach-|, “Sixteen,” repeated the Professor. er, with graceful white moustaches | “What does that mean?* It means that curved with his happy red | you know the answer but the pro- cheeks. “Being the first Socialist | letarians do not know that six and to reach these shores gince the |ten are sixteen, They go not know | t¢ revolution of February 12,” the Bul- | that a child of six in ten years more | 5 letin read, “he hopes to acquaint is sixteen. Therefore, it im-| audiences here with the nature of | portant to teach the chil at the revolt.” That sounded like hot news. In the next paragraph the words got hotter: “Mr. Winter was active recently in directing the de- | fense of his home district, Press- baum, a Viennese suburb.” six to work for international peace and so when they are sixteen they will be good peace workers.” A student in the second row jturned around and looked at me He sighed and his eyes smiled I went. The Student League for | commiseratingly. Industrial Democracy were the| “Everybody now say it three Sponsors and they had filled a small | times,” the Professor ordered his classroom to capacity. Dr. Max) Kinder Freunde, “We must learn Winter sat behind the professor's | this’ lesson.” desk, His Austrian suit, collar, tie| He streched out his hands as |gave him a foreign flavor; and his|though to conduct an orchestra accent was typically German. He/“Six and ten are sixteen!” h read his speech with apologies. shouted “I have devoted my years,” he| No students chorused. said in essence, “to the Kinder, “Again! Louder!” the Professor Freunde, an organization of chil- | shouted dren, founded with the objective of “Six and ten are sixteen!” education of children for the cause | joined in. of peace.” “Again! Now that there was no peace in| “Six and A few Louder!” ten are sixteen!” the 9:45—Birthday Dinner to Rabbi Stephen | |Austria and little prospects of it |remaining anywhere else, I won- |dered what the Herr Professor had to teach the orphans of the Heim- wehr terror. “We must reorganize and teach | again the children,” he said in es- | sence, “international peace.” | Who was this speaking? Preacher | Fosdick? Even Rabbi Wise in a | Peace talk would express hatred of | Fascism. | This was National Student League | Week and I looked at the students. | They seemed suspended between | respect for the Herr Professor with | his grey moustaches and an itch to get out into Washington Square | Park where the afternoon sun was students and professor shouted. “There, now, you will not forget that,” said Herr Professor Dr. Max Winter. I opened the door and went into the hall. A girl student I knew was leaning against the wall, cool- ing off. “Tf that’s Social-Democra she said, “no wonder the Austrian workers disobeyed their leaders and went out into the streets to fight Fascism.” “Yes,” I said, “and the Social- Democrats in America are teaching the same) stuff to the American workers.” “It's too stuffy around here,” she said. “Let’s go into the street.” Leaders of the Proletarian Red Army of the U.S.S.R. Vv. ALEXANDER YEGOROFF was born in 1885 in a peasant family. | He became a transport worker and blacksmith and later attended the | high school and infantry school in| Kazan. During the World War he | was gradually promoted until he 11:15—News Reports 11:20—-Anthony Frome, Tenor 11:30—Denny Orch 12:00—Pollock Orch. 12:30 A, M.—Stern Orch. WABC—860 Ke. 7:00 P, M.—Myrt and Marge 7:15—Just Plain Bili—sketch 7:30—Armbruster Orch.; Jimmy Kemper, Songs 7:43—News—Boake Carter 8:00-—Men About Town ‘Trio; Vivien Ruth, Songs 8:15—News—Edwin 0. Hill | 8:30—Bing Crosby, Songs; Loner Orch.; Mills Brothers, Songs 9:00—Philadelphia Orch, 9:15—Fray and Braggiotti, Piano Duo 9:30—Gertrude Niesen, Songs; Jones Orch.; Florence Reed, Actress; Charles Judels, Comedian 10:00—Wayne King Orch, 10:30—Connie Gates, Songs; Songs 11:00—Sylvia Froos, Songs 11:15—News; Davis Orch, \ 11:45—Messner Orch. | 12:00—Belasco Orch. 12:30 A. M.—Pancho Oreh. 1:00—Light Orch, Bton Boys, ALEXANDER YEGOROF> became commander of the regi- ment. In 1918 he joined the Party of the left-social revolutionaries. Yegoroff participated in the Second Conugress of the Soviets as a soldiers deputy, and later worked in the Military Department of the Central Executive Committee O YOUR GUNS! old car are bum. Fred has to pump the rear ones up twice on our way down, We pass a couple of large farms and estates as we approach the town, Fred is tired. He blurts out, “This fellow, Sunstone, that owns that paddock there and them meadows near the golf course, you know he lives holf the year in France. Got a chateau there. Skins the French farmers too, We ought to bomb his place.” Miller is driving the car. “Hold on, Freddie. Why bomb it? We'll be able to move your six kids and your wife onto it after us farmers run the whole damned shooting match.” Fred is a little ashamed of his thunder. He cracks a smile, “Righto, you old turnip.” He yanks out of his pocket his lights, binoculars that fell out of a French officer's airplane over in France during the war. He’s always got them with him, and uses them as if from a crow’s nest, He trains them: on the pine wood crowning a distant hill. “His bristly, racked face softens. 2 ED is a war vet, was shellshocked, gassed in the Argonne. Has 17 stitches in his belly, and walks around all bunched up as if he were in irons. Last summer Roosevelt took his pension away, and now this eviction. Can you blame him for exploding? Fred leans back, Tells us he’s been reading Whittaker Chamber’s “Can You Hear Their Voices?” Ordered it from the Farmers National Com- mittee For Action. Hell, there are parts he'll never forget: the way the farmers must bust into Purcell’s barn and milked that rich bastard’s cows, and the way they went gun- ning thru the town and bust into the Red Cross f give their starved families some grub. Every word there is like one of them big Ajax shells. Every damned farmer in the country should make this his guide for action, his bullseye. His eyes burn as ff he were using giant lights and seeing for the first time miles 4 of earth, never visible to the naked eye, rolling to a new horizon. We come ito the lawyer's office with Fred's story, On the very same day that Cook, the storekeeper, rented the farm to Fred he began dickering with a bunch of boot- leggers. On the day Fred moved on the farm, he sold it to the boot- leggers. Fred found himself up the creek becavse foxy Cook never signed the lease. The bootleggers promised to fet Fred use the land provided he got his family off it. Fred went to the organization for help. We told him on no account to do that becatise the bootleggers only wanted to use him as a fence. That meant that Fred couldn’t plant acrop. Then the hotelkeeper's wife, who has a mortgage on his cows, hearing he was going to be evicted, started yelping for her money. Fred offered her 4 of the 11 cows. She wants spot cash. As cows are all the way down, that means he'll have to sell all to give her the money unless the farmers stop her. Cook promised to pay $125 if Fred moved. That was only a stall. He won't give him a cent now. AGT ew y hae lawyer is a gentle, softspoken irishman, Jeffersonian Democrat, defeated in the last county elections. On the wall a diploma, “Virginio To Wif.” On the mantlepiece model of a sailing ship in a bottle. He says, “County Judge Weller won't give you an equity restraining order. According to the law you have another recourse. So long as you have another recourse, no in- junction is granted to prevent evic- tions. Your recourse is suing for damages after you are evicted.” Fred is bunched up, his sweaty hands griping the chair. “That's the law,” says the lawyer. Fred cries out, “Do you know what that means?” “It means that they've got to place your cattle, house them. If anything goes wrong with your cat- tle during the process of eviction, you can sue them.” Fred wrestles with his tongue. “My cattle, my cattle. My wife, my Purpose of the City Clubs | By J. LANDY | (Secretary, City Club Council) | PART II | Under the of a “crime-pre- the police are en- 0 close down many of n the excuse that they eding places for crime.” We g territorial conferences of all workers and social clubs to or- ganize defense groups against this il as against the Fu- jsion and Tammany supported gangs of hoodlums that terrorized and ex- | menace, tion money” from the king rapid strides in i. Five choruses and © gro are in re- hearsel with promise of more in |the immediate future. Sports er> | with plans for boxing and wresi\in tournaments, hikes, games and | other activities being pushed rap- idly ahead. We plan to send an | athlete to the Moscow Spartakiade to be held this summer. | The first issue of a monthly club bulletin is ready, Can the clubs become an impor- ant factor in the trade union field? An interesting experience proved to | Us just how much they can. A shop nucleus had been trying for months |to organize a radio plant employ- jing more than 1,500 workers, but | without much success. Yet many of the workers whom they had been trying to organize actually came down to the club and attended dances and other affairs of the “Communist Club” in the neigh- borhood. Anti-Fascist, Anti-War Struggle The struggle against war and fas- cism must be continued and inten- sified, the recent conference de- cided. Since the U. S. Congress Against War, most of the clubs have participated in anti-war struggles on a local scale. Open-air meetings, conferences, symposia and lectures on war and fascism have been held. A few clubs, notably the Progres- sive Culture Club, have utilized this issue as a means of contacting neighborhood social and political clubs. We have protested the show- ing of the Nazi propaganda film “S. A. Mann Brand” and have mo- bilized our members to counteract “National Defense Week” of the Roosevelt war-making machine. |. From March 1 to May 1 we are launching a drive for 1,000 new members. re possibilities of growth for the English speaking club movement as a result of the increasing misery of the working class are unusually favorable. In New York alone there is room for at least 100 clubs, This ;movement is rapidly becoming na- tion wide. New Jersey has about ten clubs. Washington, Massachu- setts have a few. In Seattle in the latter part of last year the Young {Communist League launched a club |movement that spread like wild- fire until an unclarity of policy stunted its growth. Its future de- velopment as a nation-wide move- ment depends upon New York be- cause the seat of all workers’ clubs is in the city. of the Soviets. In 1918 he joined the Bolshevik Party and became commander of the Ninth Army. At the end of 1918 he took command of the Tenth Army which had been led by Voroshiloy and Stalin, and later took command of the Four- teenth Army. In the autumn of 1919 Yegoroff became commander of the South- ern Front and in 1920 was appoint- led commander of the South-West- jern Front. In 1931 he was ap- pointed Chief of the General Staff. Hi Military Council. By Ben Field | children No roof, no milk. My cat- tle. If they evict me, do you know what that means? It means go to the welfare, go to the poor man’s home. Do you know what that means? My cattle!” The lawyer hunches up his soft shoulders as if to protect his jaw. “Have you gone to see this man Cook again?” “That fox, I did. I told him hiding in some hole from us.” He looks sharply at Miller when Fred says “us. He says, “Morally, you're right. You're right to stick to your guns—.” Fred cries, “Sure, that’s it. should stick to our guns.” The lawyer flies up his hand, with his expensive shirt sleeve tailing be- nind. “But there's the law. My advice is no violence. You'll be playing around with a half-cocked pistol. That'll just give them their chance as it gave them their chance at the steelwire factory. Riot, shoot down a man, and set the whole country against you.” Fred snorts. The lawyer bites his lip. He says patiently, “They'll crush your co- operative or whatever you. have there. The honorable way would be for them to let you stay on. My | advice is sell your stuff, eat up the money.” Sweat, after effects of the Ar- gonne gas, drips from Fred's face. “The constable was up with his stickpin a week ago. My wife said she'd bat him over the head if he'd try to force the door. Next time we'll have a whole—.” “You can do as you please.” The lawyer duffles his law papers peev- ishly, We say good day and stride past “Virginia To WTt” and the bottled ship going nowhere. Fred stops at the fireplug on the corner. “And in the end that’s all that'll save us.” We turn, the three of us, shoulder against shoulder. The “gas sweat” pours into his ex- ploding mouth. “We stick to our guns till hel freezes over.” We | becoming a major field of our clubs | Against Leaders in New Orleans By JOHN L. SPIVAK the Inde- Independent | NEW ORLEANS, La. — When ship owners here sav | see ia Pa | the demoralization in the In- of them still ternational Longshoremen’s ize it. It is a union | Associatio: ated with hard for them to get Association, ted with |? i Ge ar the are |the A. F. of L.) the lack of objec- |tion to their encroachments on the | part of the union | cutting of wages was fie agreements t they are keep their mem nembers, so they hip, though most g things I arlotte, N. C | was not a con- |certed move in . gradual brea | which all com- color line when ‘ecot panies cut wages forces white and bla Whites do n s i m ultaneously because even in | their demoral- Negroes, yet when their union mem b D becomes depleted and 7 the color line is d state the |meed the Negroes, '1on g shoremen |somewhat broken. In Charlotte | might have re- | when membership in A. F. of L. lo- |belled. Some }eals dropped so that there were | s hip companies | scarcely eno persons present to kept paying the | call the m eting to orde lo- | union scale, while | cals ed Negroes in the same on some docks ic to meet with hem in the same wages were jhall. Each sat in different pews, so | trimmed. JOHN L. SPIVAK | °° speak, but they had broken down | the line pertly by inviting them to | was followed slowly. Neither dock| Meet in the same hall workers nor their leaders raised] Here, since 90 per cent of long- their voices in sympathetic protest | shoremen are Negroes and there are against the scattered cutting of] not enough whites to hold meetings wages and before the longshoremen| of any consequence. the whites meet knew it all of them had their wages} jointly with the Negro longshore- trimmed and at the same time their|men. The jim-crow line is st work was increased under the speed-| drawn by placing whites in a sepa- This procedure is a member of the Supreme} straight from the shoulder. Now he’s! up. | When the rank and file realized their situation they broke out in a strike against their leaders’ advice. They did not trust their leaders any more. This was the beginning of the 1931 strike. They lost this strike because the depression had set in earnest; charity organizations would not help them because “they could get work if they wanted to” and starving Negroes from the back- woods of Mississippi, Louisiana and Alabama were again brought in to take the strikers’ places. The longshoremen at that time got 75 cents an hour. When the; strike was crushed they were given 65 cents an hour when they worked. Today the scale as about the game, except for a few sugar boats which pay as low as 50 cents an hour. The N.R.A. has had no effect whatever along the docks. No extra |longshoremen have been put to work. There was an overabundance of labor and the speed-up before the N.R.A. and both are still here. j Most longshoremen, even if they; got $1 an hour could not earn a living wage now because of the lightness of shipping. They work whenever a ship comes into port to discharge or take on a cargo. It may take one or two days to load or unload her. Since charges for docking are high, ship owners work the longshoremen over the eight- hour limit and pay them time and a half for overtime. When they have finished with a vessel they may not get work again for a week or two. A few scattered individuals get more or less steady | work but their percentage is so small | as to be almost negligible in com- parison with the three or four thou- sand who work only sporadically. |] ITTLE organizational work has been done by the A. F. of L. to | organize the demoralized longshore- |men. The old A. F. of L. union | lives on like the other unions in |New Orleans—just a name with a | business agent. It still has a few {members who still talk of the day | when capital and labor “will get to- , gether and the ship companies will |see that it pays to treat the long- |shoremen right.” There was con- jsiderable dissatisfaction and rest- lessness among the average long- jshoreman because of the lack of a lunion and someone to deal with the ship companies so the ship com- panies aided by the New Orleans Steamship Association organized two | of Political Prisoners rate section of the same hall but both black and white participate in discussions, It is apparent that eco- nomic necessity has driven the opening wedge into the color line here between southern workers. At the present writing the long- shoremen are in the same nebulous state the rest of New Orleans seems to be in. he dock workers are bewildered, crushed by the effects of the depression, the impossibility of earning & 1i wage, the lack of a union of any force and they do not know which way to turn. The A. F. of L. union is still gasping for breath and trying to get them or- ganized. The company unions have the largest membership but are use- less to the workers, but if the work- ers do not belong to them they can not get even occasional jobs from the ship companies which are he- hind these locals; and the Marine Workers is too small to be of any consequence. (To Be Continued) Stage and Screen “Another Love” Due To- night; Two New Lawson Plays Open This Week “Another Love,” a comedy by Jacques Deval, adapted by George Oppenheimer will open this evening et the Vande Theatre, The plavers include Mary Se- voss, Reymond Walburn, Suzanne Caubare and Romaine Callender. John Howard Lawson's new play, “The Pure In Heart,’ which was scheduled for last week, will have its premiere on Tues- day night at the Longacre Theetre. Dor- othy Hall, Tom Powers and Ara Gerald play the leading roles The Shattered Lamp,” by Leslie Reade, English playwright, will be preschted by Hyman Adler on Wednesday night at the Ambassador Theatre. The cast includes Guy Bates Post, EMe Shannon, Horace Braham, Owen Davis, Jr., Moffatt John- ston and John Buckler. “Gentlewoman,” a drama by John How- ard Lawson, will be presented by the Group Theatre, in association with D. A Doran, on Thursday night at the Cort Theatre. Stella Adler, Lloyd Nolan, Mor- Carnovsky, Claudia Morgan and Lewis rett head the cast. ‘Her Master’s Voice,” in which Roland Young and Laura Hope Crews are featured will give a special matinee performance tomorrow afternoon at the Broadhurst Theatre for the benefit of the Actor's Puna, The National Committee for the Defen: Ss taken Shall Not Die,” the John Werzley pi! the Royale Theatre on March 26 for ® benefit performance. The proceeds will go to the defense fund for the Scottsboro case, AMUSE MENTS THE THEATRE MARY OF with HELEN HAYES ME ALVIN THEATRE ° Mat. JOHN WEXLEY’ GUILD Presents EUGENE O'NEILL'S COMEDY AH, WILDERNESS! with GEORGE M. COHAN GUILD THEATRE 3 %:; MAXWELL ANDERSON’S new play West of Broadway. Evenings 8:20 day, Saturday & April 2'at 2:20 SCOTLAND PHILIP HELEN RIVALE MENKEN St., West of Broadway. Evenings 8: Thursday, Saturday & April 2 at 2:20 "S NEW PLAY THEY SHALL NOT DIE ROYALE THEATRE 45th St., W. of B'way. Eves, 8:20 Matinees Thurs. and S: | "RUBI ACME THEATRE Sail Into Every Port! AMKINO Presents CON” eat 6 “The Strikebreaker” A SOVIET PICTURE °°" “UNcucn mess 1sth Street and Union Scuare | MIDNITE SHOW | SATURDAY WALTER HUSTON in Sinclair Lewis’ DODSWORTH | Dramatized by SIDNEY HOWARD SHUBERT, W. 44th St. Evs. 40 Sharp Matinees Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30 TEGFELD FOLLIES with FANNIE BRICE Willie & Eugene HOWARD, Bartlett SIM- MONS, Jane FROMAN, Patricia BOWMAN. WINTER GARDEN, B’way & 50th. Evs. 8,30 Matinees Thursday and Saturday RKO Jefferson Mim St. & | Now PAUL MUNI & GULENDA FARRELL | in “HI, NELLIE” Also:—""LONG LOST FATHER” with JOHN BARRYMORE & HELEN CHANDLER ——RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL—— 50 St & 6 Ave—Show Place of the Nation Opens 11:30 A, M. RUDY ALICE JIMMY VALEE FAYE DURANTE George White Scandals And a great Music Hall Stage Show Workers’ Laboratory Theatre Premiere of Revolutionary Drama MIKE GOLD, chairman Saturday, March 24th, 8:30 P.M. Sth'Ave. Thea. Ain, Secsscsooms Workers Bookshop, 50 E. 18th S8t., and W.LT,, 43 B. 12th Bt, | <=