The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 23, 1934, Page 5

\\ ———————— | CHANGE - THE — || WORLD! By MICHAEL GOLD ] AM getting old, as one of Abe Lincoln’s prairie friends wrote him, and I have seen a lot of trouble, and I don’t want to get into any more of these arguments, and yet, and however, there is a letter in he mail that ought to be answered, It’s from George Cronyn, author of a recent best-selling novel, “The Fool of Venus.” I have known George Cronyn for many years. ‘Je has had an interesting life. He has had all the ups-and-downs Shat a man ought have to temper whatever steel he has in him, George was a Harvard college boy and a talented painter. One day he took all his lovely paintings, and to the horror of his admiring bourgeois friends, threw them into the Charles River, and set off for a bumming trip that lasted for years. Somewhere on a mountain in the state of Washington, he met a girl and married her, Then he starved and raised kids as a farmer; and later, for two years was a traveling organizer for the Non-Partisan League in its best days. He was run out of several middie-western farming towns by armed gunmen of the bankers; later he was a salesman, and white collar worker at different jobs. George Cronyn has been through the struggle for bread, in short, for the past fifteen years. And at last he has managed to write a romantic novel about the troubadeurs, a book of love, and royalty, and hothouse poetry, etc., that has appealed to the sex-starved club- women of America and has made George the first bunch of jack he has probably seen in his checkered life. I am sure all of us are glad to know George can at last pay his rent and look the grocer and butcher in the eye. Would that all our friends could do this; for what the Communist wants is easy street for everyone—not only for writers with a lucky break. Yet nobody who knows George Cronyn grudges him the slightest bit of good for- tune that has come to him, What does trouble me, for one, is this letter he writes: “I Want To Ask a Few Questions” Dear Mike: Because you and others I have known these many years stand for something I don’t stand for, I want to ask you a few questions. “In theory, I believe Russia is a better place than any other on the globe today because there, at least, is HOPE. Things may be hard there at times, but I also believe human beings have to go through some sort of apprenticeship in any environment. Anyway, in theory, I am-all for anything that will be better than the wretched state of affairs we now have and have had. “But what about the Imagination? Isn’t it true that the struggle against adverse conditions produces art? Isn't all art, including some of the best proletarian poetry and fiction, really a form of escape? “And look at it from the Einstein angle. The years vanish in a swirl of unidentified time and space. What the hell difference will it make ten thousand or ten million years from now? Maybe then it will seem true that all plans for social regeneration were a form of escape from the grim fact that we live a little while and then pass out of the picture. Each and all of us. “So there you have it. Honestly, I see no profound difference between the Communist form of imagination and that of poets in any or every age. It is all a means of escape from a terrible reality.” A Traditional Costume I have cut this letter down, but this is the substance of it. George Cronyn can’t see any difference between Homer and James Joyce, for instance, or between the Athens of Pericles and the Soviet Union. It is the familiar philosophy of the loftiest of the bourgeois esthetes, a traditional costume they have been wearing since Plato. They deny the possibility of change on this earth, they view all things from the standpoint of eternity. They are pre-Darwinians, and believe with the Baptist deacons that the world is static, and not evolutionary. Buddhism expresses their feelings, too; they are sure that all action is worthless. And so on. It would be difficult in a brief column, to answer this whole muddled philosophy that has festered for thousands of years in the minds of the leisure class. The only point I wish to make here is that George Cronyn, who was once a fighter and adventurer, now sounds like so many compla- cent know-nothings dabbling in the perfumed eternities, all the Green- wich Village and Harvard College minor poets, alas! This “eternal” viewpoint of life always ends in day-dreaming and debility. It has ever been associated with an exploiting class. The workers have had no time for it, but have had to fight for a better life in the here and now. The leisure class philosophers may despise them for this on their Mount Olympus, but George Cronyn, when he was on the rocks himself, well understood that without bread there is nothing, In a world of starving men to speak of the “eternal” values, and to look down on hungry men, is nothing but the old familiar cheap religious racket, the stale Sunday spiel of the hired clergyman who tells strikers to forget their protests and to think of the “spiritual” values. Yes, George, I am stating it crudely, but it’s crude as all that. ‘The smell of complacence and hypocrisy is thick and rank in this particular temple where you now are straying. And the smell of money is in it. Read your history again, and see if every slave-owning class hasn't had this alibi, Read the best of such mystics, the much- admired Col. Lawrence, for instance. This scheming British imperialist and spy has written some of the most moving “spiritual” pages one could over find. And he has used all his rhetoric to cover the ugly fact that he has helped slaughter thousands of naive Arabs for the British Empire, and that he is now one of the chief undercover men of England. Capitalism is threatened by the Soviet Union, and this man of the eternities is fighting by the most clever and worldly and unscrupulous methods to save it, * . Look at Hitler, George Frankly, I can’t understand hypocrisy when it is carried so far into time and space. And listen, George, Hitler shares much of your same mysticism. The whole fascist idea is founded on the mystic notion that society is static, that there is a mysterious hierarchy of blood, race and individual worth, and that all “plans for social regen- eration” such as Communism, are illusions. Otherwise, why do the fascists deny the science of history and social change? All their program is based on mystic and a priori affirmations: The Latins are destined to rule the world for some “eternal” reasons, the Teutons are destined to rule, for the same reason, the Jews are scum, for thé same reason, the working class was born to be slaves for the same “eternal” reasons, etc. George, I am surprised at you. Go back to the Dakotas, where you once were active. A little contact with the hungry and bitter farmers will blow a lot of this big-city vapor out of your mind. It may even stir you to write a real book, instead of the romantic thing you did write, to diddle the emotions of aged virgins of both sexes. Millions of people are starving and desperate. There’s another world war in the air. We'll all be dead in a thousand years, but today this is what interests us. Because like yeu and everyone else, life is short, we don’t want it any shorter. We refuse to dream about eternity, while Mr. Hitler puts us into concentration camps, Let Eternity Wait We are content to let eternity take care of itself for a while; life is the material we work with. And we know that life can be made beautiful, and our task on earth, in each generation, is to blow all the fascist obstacles out of the way to a beautiful life. This is all we need to know. Those who can’t see this write all the bad books in the world today, George. Imagination! Eternity! So the love affairs of a mino. troubadour in the middle ages contain more to stir you than does the remarkable travail of the human race in our time! Lenin is less interesting to you than some petty lord of Provence. This is a confession, George, to a weakening of the imagination, and your next step may be to join \ the Catholic Church and collect early American rum-bottles, or join \ Hemingway at the bull-fights. But I hope not! DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, MONDAY, APRIL 23, 1934 iat “Food Worker” Records Victories | of Militant Union’ THE FOOD WORKER, organ of the Food Workers Industrial Union. April, 1934, Reviewed by - e ® SIDNEY BLOOMFIELD 1S issue of the Food Worker) fairly bristles with news and ar-} ticles of militant and successful | struggles which have made a great change in the union and is having! its effects on the paper as well. | The lively headlines and confident | tone of the contents speak of the successful smashing of the Colby Cafeteria injunction, the turning of} the lock-out of the St. Louis nut} workers into a victorious strike, vic-| tory in effecting unity with the A. F. W. rank and file who ousted the renegade misleaders, and the excel- lent and fruitful united front with the A. F. of L. workers which led to the winning of the Embassy Grill for the Food Workers Industrial) Union with a joint shop committee) set up consisting of A. F. of L. and F. W. I, U. workers. However, as a national organ the} Food Worker still reflects New York and the lighter sections of the food industry as the center of its acti-! vities. While there is a picture of | the taxi strikers of New York with) a note about the support given them} by the Food Workers Industrial Union, the paper should have more | news and comments on the labor) and union movement other than) the food industry. The number of} interesting letters and articles by) workers must also be increased. | There are fine articles exposing the N. R. A. This should be con- tinued with more specific political exposure of various aspects of the New Deal such as the Labor Board, the Wagner Bill, Company unions, etc, | | | Pa Nae, See. OME of the features such as the, comradely criticisms of bad way union practices as seen in “The Looking Glass,” the educational) column of the execllent criticism| by a worker of the neglect of the| union in combatting expressions of | hostility towards Negro strikebreak-| ers by whites during the New York) hotel strike are instructive. Yet the, paper should add some lighter fea- tures, notes of a social and cultural character, more worker correspond-| ence and more international news| besides the fine article on Soviet) bakeries. | ‘The May Day manifesto, an ar- ticle exposing the fake movement which claims Japanese imperialism | as champion of the darker peoples, | the clear treatment of the National Committee on the policy of build-| ing one union in the industry, and Comrade Stachel’s simple and force-| ful analysis and statement of the) tasks before the Food Workers In-| dustrial Union make the Food) Worker a source of interest and | education. However, more organizational articles on the structure, functions and inner life of the union and more concrete directives on how to organize various forms of activities would raise the interest of the workers in the paper still more. On the whole it can be said that the 4 ae breeze blowing up from the river was chilling Ed Sanders, | and he burrowed down in the straw | mattress. He pulled the ragged piece- work quilt around his body and over Sharecro Maybe in the fall when the cotton was picked and ginned and sold, ‘he could buy some real glass panes and fix all the windows. Liz wanted some curtains, too; maybe they could afford some cheap curtains, It was almost daylight. He could |hear Liz in the kitchen, slamming the doors on the old wood-stove. He should’ve got up and started the fire. Oh, well, he had a hard day ahead. Had to do some digging in the garden first; ought to be at it now. Then a long day of plowing in the black earth, working it up for the cotton. Salt pork frying smell came through the thin quilt, Every morn- ing, all winter, fried salt pork. And corn pones. Water and cornmeal. Lard all gone. Jesu, what he would't give for some hot biscuits, soft and brown, and molasses. The molasses all gone, too, Well, in another month there should be some garden stuff, That'd help some. That rooster outside was crowing again; the pigs were squealing for food. Every thing hungry. The dawn graying. Throwing off the quilt he jumped out on the floor, in his tattered un- derwear. It wasn’t so cold. Better save the underwear for next winter. He peeled it off, careful not to tear the rotten cloth. He scratched him- self where the straw punching through the mattress tick had irri- tated his skin. His bare feet picked up sand from the floor. Liz was a good housekeeper, but there was no way to keep the sand out. He hated the sand. He pulled on his blue denim over- alls. Liz had patched the knee again. Must be a million patches on these overalls, all different shades of faded blue. They would not be washed until Sunday. Only pair he had. Funny. How many pounds of cotton in a pair of over- alls? Couldn't be over two or three. And he raised twenty bales of cot- ton last year. Thousands, ten thou- sand pairs of overalls in that cot- ton. And he with only one pair. It's a crazy world. He slapped at the cold sweat- stiffened overall knees, like hard leather. They didn’t smell so sweetly. He stamped into the kitchen, “Morning, Liz.” “Morning, Ed.” Liz's hair was frowzy, early in the morning. She wasn’t as neat 8 ae weed to be, when they got notes, union decisions, short snappy | his head. He had intended to nail} la piece of board over that broken) window pane, but it was Spring and | there couldn't be much more cold. | By GEORGE Tools are the extension Of man’s hands, I heard him. Carpenter SALVATORE | | But there must be tools to work with, And something to work with the tools; I could build the farmer’s barn, And his chicken coop, And a cradle for the new baby, With the lumber the C.C.C. boys chopped down. Give me a saw and hammer, Tll make them chisels and planes, too, Builders ? What else are men and women With hands and tools? [TUNING IN 7:00 P. M.—WEAF-Baseball Resume WOR-Sports Talk—Ford Prick WJZ-Amos 'n’ Andy—Sketch WABC-Myrt ’n’ Marge—Ske*ch 7:15-WEAF-Gene and Glenn—Sketch WOR-Variety Musicale WIZ-Baby Rose Marie, Songs WABC-Just Plain Bill—Sketch 7:30-WEAF-Shirley Howard, Songs; WOR-Maverick Jim—Sketch WSZ-George Gershwin, Piano WABC-Armbruster Orchestra; Jimmy Kemper, Songs 7:43-WEAF-The Goldbergs—Sketch WJZ-Mario Cozzi, Baritone: WABC-Boake Carter, :00-WEAF-Dramatic Sketch oe Wou-Jones and Hare, Songs; Orch. WJ7-Stratosphere Flight Plans—Sec- retary of War George H. 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Reed of Pennsylvania WOR-Mr. Pix-It—Sketch WARC-Edward Nell Jr., Lillian Roth, Songs 19:45-WOR-To Be Announced WJZ-Ozark Mountaineers 11:00-WEAF-News; John Fogarty, Tenor WOR-Weather; Moonbeams ‘Trio WiZ-Coleman’ Orchestra WARC-Fats Waller, Songs Carolyn Rich, Queena ‘Walter Baritone; Food Worker, after a period of sus- |pension and great difficulties, is | rapidly coming to the forefront as an excellent and highly important organ in the revolutionary trade union movement. pper married two years ago, and started sharecropping on Boss Hannon’s | business, Ed. That's why weve) tl plantation. “Maybe things'll get better. They're bound to. Don’t I come from good stock? Wasn't my father mayor of ter for me; I'll own my own farm.” | dipper of cold water from the lard pail. | He dashed cold water on his face, | washing the sleep-yellow from his | eyes. 4 beste ate on the kitchen table. The dried corn pone fell to pieces as he ate it. He stuffed the greasy pork down his throat. He closed his eyes, drank the hot water, pretend- ing it was coffee. He rolled a cigar- ette in brown wrapping paper, using rabbit-tobacco, a weed that grew down in the swamp. He puffed it, | was dissatisfied, threw it out the door. “Got to feed the pigs.” Liz piled the dishes in the same pan in which Ed had washed his face. It was a fine day, The sun was on the rim of the cotton field, cherry red and round. The damp would be a warm Spring day. Ed picked up eight ears of corn from. the rapidly diminishing pile in the crib. There were eight pigs. He jerked off the shucks, threw them in the cow pen, and dropped the eight ears in a bucket of slop, dish water. He started for the pig-sty. The pigs saw him coming, squealed louder and louder, making a terrific on the pole fence, snorting. He poured the slop in the filthy trough. Fighting and squealing, the pigs bit and slashed at one an- other, The largest pig, forcing the others aside, devoured six of the |corn ears, almost swallowing them whole. Too bad, but I suppose he’s the best pig. The others are kind of skinny looking. Someone was coming across the field. Ben Malone, neighboring sharecropper. “Hello, Ed.” “Hydy, Ben.” “I guess you're going over to Tom Grant’s? Thought I’d come by and walk over with you.” “What's wrong? Somebody sick?” “Ain’t you heard?” Heard what?” Ben Malone spat in the pig-sty. «Well, they ain't going to be no sharecropping this year, they ain’t going to be no cotton crop.” “Aw, what kind of a tale you telling?” “That's right. Guy’ment’s paying outa cultivation.” “Sure enough?” | Commentator :18-WABC-Edwin ©. Hill, Geese He rinsed his mouth out with a/ breeze from the river had died. It! clamor. The largest pig climbed up| Boss Hannon to take his plantation; WHAT’S ON THE NEW YORK WORKERS’ BOOK SHOP specials are selling fast. Ge now at 50 E. 13th St. from 2c to 5 SPECIAL Membership Meeting Pierre | Degeyter, 5 E. 19th St., 8:15 p.m OPEN FORUM, Imperial Lyceum, 55th Street and Third Ave., Left Wing Group Local 38, discussion on election of dele- | gates to the convention | FREIHEIT GESANG FAREIN, rehearsal {all men members tonight and ‘all women members Tuesday night, to prepare for May ist appearance in Gorki's "Storm Bird,” “OITIZENSHIP IN U.S.A. AND U.8.8.R.” | last of series of lectures on conditions in | UBA and USSR Speaker, A. G. Morris, | 120 Glenmore Ave, Brooklyn. Auspices, Brownsville Br. F.8.U. a Stage and Screen |Gilbert and Sullivan Group. |To Offer “Mikado” Tonight | _“The Mikado,” Gilbert and Sul-| { livan’s satirical operetta, will be | Presented for one week by the| | former Milton Aborn players at! |the Majestic Theatre, starting to-| night. Roy Cropper, John Cherry, | | Vera Ross, William Danforth,! Hitzi Koyke and Herbert Waterous head the cast. The fourth offe |ing of the group will be “Tolanth scheduled to open next Monda’ night. Max Gordon announces the final week of “Her Master's Voice,” in | which Roland Young and Laura Hope Crews are starred. The Clare Kummer comedy closes on | Saturday night at the Plymouth | Theatre. | |_ Charles Richman, Virginia Tracy, |Mabel Kroman and Shepperd | Strudwick have joined the cast of) “Jig Saw,” the Dawn Powell play | which the Theatre Guild will pre-| jsent here on April 30, at the Ethel | | Barrymore Theatre. “Yellow Jack,” Sidney Howard's dramatization of Paul de Kruif's story, did not close on Saturday | |night, as announced. The drama | will continue at the Martin Beck Theatre indefinitely. |“Mystery Of Mr, X” At The Jefferson Theatre Tuesday “Mystery of Mr. X,’ which Rob- | ert Montgomery and Elizabeth Allan, will be shown at the Jef-| y | “I ain't funning. It’s a serious, meeting over at Tom Grant's. We're | | going to demand our rights, a part | of the guv’ment money, maybe.” | | Bd kicked the slop bucket over.! Marshallton once? Things'll be bet-| “Tom Grant’s a trouble maker,” he| We are starving and naked because | | said, | “Just the same I’m going over.) rusty | We got to do sometiing, get organ-| there so many starving and naked? Water tasted of the tin,| ized or something. I ain’t aiining! It's a crazy world. He dug furiously. | | to starve.” | «Tom Grant's a trouble raaker,” | | Ed said. | | Ben Malone spat in the pig-sty | | again. “Well, good-bye, Ed.” He walked across the field, kicking at| | the dead dried cotton stalks of last} year’s crop. | Ed went in the cabin to tell Liz.| Then he came out and began dig-| (ging in the garden. He worked) furiously; the sweat poured out,| | darkened his shirt and overalls. Cy era | WE HEARD a car coming up the] sand road. It stopped in front ‘of his cabin. He looked up, the sweat, dripping from his eyelids, | blinding him for a moment. Then | he saw the car, big and black and/ shiny. Boss Hannon’s car. All| shined up. Must be going some- where. Boss Hannon was getting out. He was all shined up, too.| Must be going somewhere. «Well, well, Ed, I’m glad to see you working your garden. You ought to have a fine garden this} year, not having to worry about a cotton crop.” Boss Hannon fingered | | his heavy gold watch chain, | | “Is that right, then, Mister Han-} |non? No cotton crop this year?” «That's right. Government's pay- | ing me a right nice sum.” “Maybe we'll raise corn?” | | “No, I’m going to let the land lie _|4s surprising, Children and War Featured in “New Pioneer’ NEW PIONEBR, April, 1984. Price 5 cents, Reviewed by MARTIN BANK Our critics have invariably praised the finely edited “New! Pioneer,” agreeing that it is one| of the sprightliest periodicals in the movement, But the children them- selves are, after all, the best ones| to judge. Their numerous daily letters state and reiterate their joy in reading the magazine. In the| recent drive for funds to save the | life of the publication, the young readers have given proof beyond doubt—sacrifice of ice cream and movies and even clothes—of their | devotion to the “New Pioneer.” It therefore, to learn that despite the magazine's con- sistently good quality, the circula- tion is only 12,000, | ‘We have often heard, even from | the more class conscious workers, that children should not be inform- ed about the class struggle. The knowledge of it, they say, is too brutal and horrifying to young minds. It is better to keep them innocent, nurtured on romances and fairy tales until they grow older and go into the factories. This is precisely the feeling the ruling class desires to foster among working class parents. For once the child is inoculated in the schools with pa- triotism and all the subtle preach- ments of loyalty to an exploiting class, he is considered anchored to the capitalist state. And all around | the child, extending into his very amusements, are the instruments “Officer Y c By JOHN L, SPIVAK Dr. Von, former vaudeville actor classed as a “ham.” He couldn’t get booking so he came to Hollywood to go in the movies The movies thought he was a ‘ hs So he became a § alifornia Vigilante Groups Page Five 4 Law” Aid ——— Shirts have uck @ paying n | by organizing the fascist " This belief has resulted in new groups with “hate the Jew, hate motif croppi most ca these new 1 fascist ups last eks and peter out ne Communist In vents his hate against Jewish own- |‘ ers of the motion picture industry He is active in Hollywood. He has some Nazi touches in tha to imitate fairies when on the platform. Or maybe imitation. These few will give the reader notion of the type of out-and-out fascist groups have. le; HE formation of the vigilante committees was inevitable with the growth of Communist acti ties. Due legal processes would have to protect organizers—which the controlling element that places | a law officers in power did not want. For the law to have taken extra- legal steps would have f State to preserve the the law and the Constitut taking, or pretending to take, steps to counteract it. The formation of an extra legal body like the vigil- ante committees accomplishes desired end and saves the law showing its position too openly. That is probably the reason or at least one of them why the law not only closes its eyes to the vigil- ante committees, but whenever pos- that build the ideological adher- sible co-operates with them though ence to robber social system; the eee tae ee axe | ovies, press (funny cartoons with | . . Ae 9a.55~- e time, with war in the | °» se statutes | air, talked about even by the ae nee face of them unconstitutional. | in their classrooms, that they must ly ae measures can be met by te oa eae place in the class ane tadiprcee Feige a orn drawn struggle. nd what better anti- | A A yy means toxin against the virus of patriot- ea cla pe etc. What the oe ae a have we for chil- pee pda apr bay babe - ren than the “New Pioneer”? ; , is extra- ‘The April issue contains, in ad-|1e8al fascist group development. | illustrations, a story about i it~ and the last war ‘ reer grea |tee are disillusioned about condi- | pion; “The Bonds,” by Ruth Geiser | tions, but do not understand that | who has her first story in print at | the big grower is responsible for the age of 12; “Stockade in the their conditions and not the worker ganization Shirts and the ©: The White Shirts themselves the “American pation, the Cali- Crusaders for vith 4 one another lovingly and carry 4 slogan “LEAVE TOWN COMMU- NIST.” U; iis is the slogan looks at one standpoint of organizations alone, especia eir plans to “cap- ture” the government, The gravity of the situation lies not in these weak it in the trend reason fas: vements are being worked an out-and-out racket for money and the second by a nut drawing to his folds more nuts. Let me quote from a grand piece of salesmanship issued by the White Shir It is supposed to be the “General Orders” giving detailed instructions how to “capture the government.” These orders are signed by George W. Christians, Commander-in-Chief of the na- tional White Shirts Yo unit of the Crusader White Shirts should attempt any positive action until it has been thoroughly. drilled and officered and perfect. discipline has been obtained, nor Desert,” by Pat Toohey, a thrilling | im the fields who wants a little raise, | should it attempt to move until it story of Herbert Benjamin's escape; In the areas where there have been | is sufficiently strong to accomplish “Jim Connolly,” by Martin Mori- | 2° strikes, it is interesting to note, | its purpose without any chance of arty, an account of the great Irish the small farmer's hate is directed | failure. leader; “Count Your Pennies,” a 9sainst the power company or the| “The first objective should be to jingle about. inflation written by |‘Mance company, instead of the | take control of the local government the Pioneer poet-laureate, Martha | Workers. in the following manner: March in Millet. At sf lremi saree Vane military formation to and surround — —__—____— - — | committees function chiefly in: , t ferson Theatre on Tuesday and |Tulare—San Joaquin Valley; Stock- hee BSA sata i ae Wednesday. “Bedside,” with War- ton—San Joaquin Valley; San Jose a cant SeaGa TOs OMalalE Rais or ren William, is on the same pro-}—Santa Clara Valley; Watsonville a 2 er “tha divest t a gram. On Thursday and Friday |—Salinas Valley. joe hat raetaed bagi sbpeorgtte ae the screen Program includes| In all of these areas the vigilan- (peaegerrs peace ote: “y L fest “Sleepers East,” with Preston Fos-|tes have among their members| President of the ©. F. E. L. This ter and Wynne Gibson: also,|some of the local law officers or | 2dvisor’s first duty will be to repu- “Woman Unafraid,” with Barbara have a tacit understanding with | Wate the public debt and utilize the Weeks and Skeets Gallagher. |them for co-operation instead of | Payments assigned thereto for the ECITAL REVIEW TOMORROW Rl interference. It is apparent from the tendency public welfare. “Dishonest officials should imme- A review of the Workers Dance | disclosed by the merging of the Im-| diately be brought to justice. You League recital at the Brooklyn|perial Valley scattered Academy of Music on Friday, -at-;committees that iticis;only-a ques- | cians are unfamiliar: tended by over 2,000, will appear | tion of time before "the various | on this page tomorrow. |anti-Communist associations, now vigilante | should remember that most politi-~ modertr business methods, ‘and=ihat their~ accounts are apt to be badly mud- The review js written by Ben Wolf.| separated by valleys as the original | dled and may be short, . Greatest | vigilantes were separated by coun- | | ties, will merge into one powerful, | care should be exercised So. that the situation does not get out of con- | armed fascist body which even the | trol and some poor, muddle-headed state will have to consider. Pa aia) re IN the gold strike days of '49,| | word has spread that the Silver By Dee Brown | but | without a fair and legal trial. honest politicians get hung (To Be Continued) matches? What about clothes, shoes, | AMUSEMENTS the window panes, the curtains? | He was thinking hard. Why was | the government stopping the grow- | ing of cotton? And he with one pair of overalls, two shirts, no socks. | we have too much: he had read! that somewhere, But why were GUILD THEATR Later he heard Boss Hannon’s car | roaring up the sand road again. He} heard a radio playing in the car. | He would like to have a radio; Liz liked music, | Tt was funny; there was a fellow | he knew down in Marshallton. | HELEN HAYES ALVIN THEATRE THE THEATRE GUILD Presents EUGENE O'NEILL'S COMEDY AH, WILDERNESS! with GEORGE M. COHAN Bend St., West of Broadway. Evenings 8:20 MAXWELL ANDERSON MARY OF SCOT PRILIP MERIVALE M Sand St., West of Broadway. Evenings 8:20 Matinees: Thursday and Saturday, 2:90 Matinees: Thursday and Saturday, 2:20 new play LAND HELEN ENKEN Used to work in a radio factory | up in Ohio. The man was laid off. | “The factory was cutting down/ production,” the man had told Ed. | “Making too many radios. Over- | production.” Funny, He didn’t have | a radio, None of the sharecroppers had radios. It’s a crazy world. He dug furiously. | Maybe he could sell the hogs in| the Autumn and get some money, Have to fatten ‘em up, though, The acorn season @ long way off. | He threw down his hoe, and went to the corn crib. Liz came out of the cabin, watching him. She had been crying. | She watched him carry the corn | across by the pig-sty. She walked down and stood beside him. “Pity we couldn't do something | like them farmers up in Ioway,| fighting off the mortgage-holders.” | Ed looked at her in surprise. Liz | was usually ‘a meek sort of woman, | He held the slop bucket full of | —2 Great Soviet Features!— AMKINO’S Film Masterpiece “Superior to Famous ‘Road to Life’ —N, Y. Times. 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