The Daily Worker Newspaper, August 24, 1934, Page 5

sad (Synopsis: Cliff Mulligan, 19- year-old western worker, out of a Job, is hoboing his way East to look for work. He. finds himself stranded in a small town, cold and Jungry, and approaches a shabby house for help. Pop, an old worker, at first skeptical of the boy's jonesty, is finally won over and al- lows his wife to give nim food and Shelter. The next morning, kow- liff is to~accompany him to the factory in which he works, to See if he can get a job.) . Big - the morning Pop woke Cliff up. | “Get up, lad. We'll be going up the shop,” he said. Cliff was in no hurry. He stretch- and yawned. He lay looking up “Bs ceiling, thinking. He hadn’s ped in this town to look for k. Why should he go to the p? “He'd beat it. But when he ed out of the window and saw wind sweeping the snow into les he asked himself where he pie go in such dog’s weather as meat. There might not be any work n the shop, he figured. That’d give fre a chance to hang around the ‘ house till it got a bit warmer. The folks looked to be pretty good skates. They'd give him a_ break, He'd go up with Pop. On the way they had to dig themselves through piles of snow. Pon kept on murmuring: “Never seen so much snow in my life.” The biting wind lashed Cliff's ears And nose, He walked fast. The snow Rot in his shoes, He wished he were under a roof. In the office there were about a dozen men waiting for Mr. Burk. They sprawled on the benches. None of them said anything. They were silently wagering their luck— maybe they'd get put on. eek eee . t bie hiring boss came in. He took off his coat, poked up his Shoulder to fit the jacket on right and took his seat at the desk. He threw a glance at the waiting men. He saw them every day; they didn’t matter much to him. He noticed Pop. “What are you Eddie?” he asked. Pop walked over to the desk, Cliff was right behind him. “Can you put this feller on?” Pop asked in a low voice. “He needs a job badly,” he added, pointing to Clift. “Who in hell gives a damn,” Cliff thought. Burk scrutinized the shabby look- ing youngster with his small pierc- ing eyes. “We're filled up, Ed,” he said, puf- fing his cigar. “At anything,” Pop suggested. “Let me see. Maybe I could stick him in the labeling department.” He opened a book and drew his alongside a page of names. whistle blew. “Try to. put him on,” Pop said and hurried off. M~, Burke turned page after page, Icoxing for a place to put Cliff's name in. He finally asked: “ What's your Name, young fellow?” “OM Mulligan.” He scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to the office boy, “Teke him to Fred, Jchn,” he said and then he turned to the waiting men. “Nothing doing today, fel- lows.” The men were in no hurry to leave. Their eyes gleamed envo- ously in the direction of the hired young fellow. . doing here, JOHN walked fast, leading Cliff through a large, far-spreading yard, payed with stones and cross- ing railroad tracks. Cliff caught sight of a long train of box cars. He looked at the freight meditative- ly till it got lost in a tunnel. They walked through heaps of wire and walls of boxes, jumping over streaks of rivulets of streaming water, passing by long, red-bricked structures out of which came a deafening roar. Dense smoke rose from the tall smoke-stacks, They entered shop number four. “It's for you, Fred,” said John, handing the scribbled piece of paper to a short, middle aged man in black overalls. Fred put the new- comer’s name in a book. Your number is six twenty-five. Don’t forget. Now come on.” Cliff followed him, assailed by a ceaseless uproar, amid screaming belts and huge turning wheels, streaks of wire and a bustle of » men. “Ever worked here before?” Fred asked, stopping near a platform. “Nope,” Cliff shook his head. “That's the trouble with them fellers in the office, puttin’ on new men an’ sackin’ 'em the next, An’ I got to break ’em in. See that you put your noodle to the job an’ no loafin’ aroun’,” he bellowed. He turned to a dark fellow of about eighteen. “Lentz, show ‘im how to work on the rolls an’ you put the labels on.” GOING EAST A Novel of Proletarian Life By DANIEL HOR WIT Z—————— “There ain’t nuthin’ to it, feller. Jest loosen the lever when them rolls come in an’ take it off,” Lentz explained. “O. K., buddy,” Cliff snapped. “But you got to be quick about it,” | Lentz added. “Oh sure, I'll fly away with ‘em.” . ‘LIFF put on a pair of overalls he found lying around. He felt tight in them but they were warm. He got to work. He pushed the handle up and down indifferently, thinking of his towgh luck, never thought he'd have to do that. The rolls were coming in quicker than he could remove them. “It’s a hell of a job,” he muttered. A machine broke down and there were no rolls for a while. Cliff sat down to rest up a bit. He sat smok- ing, looking away at the cranes running back and forth, at the spitting and crackling of electric levers. He found himself in a long stable, filled with smoky air, amidst constant humming of machines. He had neyer been in a place like this. It looked to him rather interesting. But he wouldn't care to stay here. “Hey, what in hell do you think this is,” Fred yelleed winning by, “cut that smokin’ out an‘ get to work.” Cliff woke up as if from a dream. “Oh, go an’ scratch yourself,” he said, getting up slowly. “Say, easy there, pal. If he hears that, you're gonna get canned,” Lentz warned. “Ain't scarin’ me, buddy. I got gaffed in this town, but I can tell him to shove his job down his throat. I ain't gonna break my neck for nobody.” “Huh, a touch guy,” Lentz whistled. Never heard anybody speak like that. Who could this guy be? He ain’t any of the town boys, he thought to hiniself. At lunch time Lentz got to talk to his new shopmate. Cliff told him that he had been on the road for a long time. He told him how he had gotten off to get more food, and had Janded in the shop. “TN just stay a couple days till it gets a bit warmer and then beat it.” Lentz said he had once tried to hop a train, but a bull got hold of him before he could get into a car and gave him an awful beating. That knocked the guts out of him. “But I always wanted to get out of here an’ see things,” he added. “Ain’t no trick getting locked up. A fellow is got to know how to dodge them bulls,” Cliff said. “Mean to tell me you never got in trouble?” “Well, no, I wouldn’t say that. I remember once me an’ a buddy were goin’ down north. A bull want- ed to pinch us. We put up a fight and .kicked the life outa him. I tell you if it wasn’t for my buddy I bet got a couple years in the pen. kind of a soft guy. Anyway, we gave him a good lickin’. I was lookin’ for that for a long time. Then I says to my buddy, let's beat it, but he says that it was a tough town to stop at. The next station a couple of bulls got us. They began to beat us up. I ducked and ran away, but the other guy I get got a couple years in the pen. Anyway, that bull sure got his.” Cliff spoke without a stop, telling his adventures, raising his voice threateningly, then lowering it and smiling. “Gee! You musta had lots of fun, you fellers,” Lentz said. The whistle blew. They went back to work. The whole day Lentz man- aged to hang around his new shop- mate listening to Cliff's adventures, They sounded to him like stories he had read in a book. In return Cliff smoked his friend’s cigarettes and at the end of the day he squirted two bits off him. ‘Till give it back when I get paid,” Cliff promised. “It's O. K.,” Lentz said. He didn't care if he’d never get it back. His new buddy was a hell of an inter- esting guy. He wished he had seen some of the things this fellow had. The stories stuck in his head. He besa to think of going along with im. (To be continued.) STAGE AND SCREEN eater “The Problem of Fatigue,” Soviet Film, Opens Tomor- row At Acme Theatre “The Problem of Fatigue,” a Soviet film produced in the U.S.S.R., will have its first theatrical showing this Saturday at the Acme Theatre. “ “The Problem of Fatigue” was produced by the Russian Academy of Science, under the direction of Professors I. Kaplun and K. H. Kek- cheyer and Experimenter Dr. P, K. Vereshtshagin. It is a study of fatigue in industry and nature, and reveals its nature and prevention. The picture, which goes into detail as to the effect of fatigue on humans as well as animals, presents the effect of tatigue upon the worker, the typist, teacher, nurse, student, physician, etc. It presents not only the effect of fatigue in our daily life, but shows by experiments the way to combat its harmful effects. It is a picture which concerns work- ers in all vocations, mothers “and fathers, and should be seen by every one. The film has a musical ac- companiment, “Szostakowicz,” Sym- phony No. 1, Opus 10, by Leopold Stokowski and the Philadelphia Or- chestra. The same program will include the latest Soviet News in sound. Harold Lloyd In “The Cat’s Paw,” At Radio City M. H. Harold Lloyd’s latest production, “The Cat's Paw,” a film comedy screen from Clarence Budington Kelland’s story, is now playing at the Radio City Music Hall. Una Merkel, George Barbier and Nat Pendleton are in the supporting cast. The stage show is headed by Leon Leonidoff’s spectacle, “Seaside Park.” “Het, Coat and Glove,” with Ri- cardo Cortez and Barbara Robbins, is now showing at the Palace Thea- tre. LeRoy Smith and his orchestra head the stage show. The screen feature at~ Loew's State this week is “The World Moves On,” featuring Franehot Tone. Jack Denny and Paul Small head the vaudeville bill, And Learn the 1500 Farmers to Be Evicted for Back Taxes By EDWARD NEWHOUSE OR decades this enraging taunt has been flung into the faces of farmers all over the country: How is it the Pennsylvania Dutch can make a go of it? Well, they can’t. You can quote five thousand Bucks County farm- ers and thir families on that. Bucks County is the very heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country. Tradi- tionally, it is the land of the con- tented cow, the Mennonite deacon and the omnipotent hex sign. Polit- ically it hrs been the breeding ground of Joseph R. Grundy and a hundred pale and soiled carbon copies. It was above the signature of one of these political stooges that the official order robbing several thousand families of their farms and homes appeared in the last days of July. Nothing more than a form letter to inform the good people of the county that unless 1931 and 1932 back taxes, ranging around five, ten and fifteen dollars, were forthcoming, their properties would be auctioned. Nobody seemed to know exactly how many were in- volved. I asked County Commis- sioner Roberts and he said, “God, I don’t know. Quite a few.” “But, Commissioner, you who signed the order must certainly know.” “I'd say there was quite a few of them.” Then the Doylestown Intelli- gencer came out with the list. The farmers were given until Monday, August 6th, when the sale would take place at the courthouse. In the event that no one bid, the farms were to go into custody of the county. . The Farmers Get Together \N the same day, 125 farmers met at Hagersville and decided to call a general meeting of both del- inquent and paid up farmers and workers to see what could be done. The meeting would be held August 1st on the courthouse steps. A committee of the United Farmers Protective Association sat up through the small hours, writing two thousand postcards to a partial list. That cost twenty dollars. There was no more money to be had. This organization, which ran off the first. successful penny sale in the coun- try, has been fighting its way through hardy and resisting soil, but farmers look to it for leadership in emergencies. Every car available to the U-F. P.A. was running all week before the Doylestown meeting. Gas, oil, wear and tear on the engine costs about five cents a mile and you know what that means for a farm- er. Most of the people affected by the sale had no way of getting around. Eyen so, 350 of them came. The chairman was Wilson Pit- man, crippled veteran of the Span- ist-Amercian War. He opened the meeting and Waldbaum, the ILD. lawyer, got up with a heavy legal volume in his hand. He said, “This is the law. Monday your farms and homes will be sold and legally you will have no kick coming. Unless you can stop this sale by determined resistance in the form of mass delegations and mass action, you can say good bye to your proverties now.” Lewis Bentzley, farmer of Per- kasis and president of the U.F.P.A.. went up the courthouse steps and outlined the situation, He is a fiery and remarkable spoeker. The crowd Jaughed and hooted with him. He proposed three large delegations, one to Judge Keller, one to the County Commission, and one to Governor Pinchot. When he asked for volunteers the crowd surged forward. * . Judge Kelier Is Scared EXT morning we returned to Doylestown and every man who had signed up for the delegations was there, We went into the cham- bers of Judge Hiram Keller. Bentz- ley had his say and the Judge said, “Just a moment now. I'll look that up.” It developed Judge Keller was seared stiff. He had several legal volumes turned to exactly the right page on his desk. He read a para- graph here and a sentence there, and his hands fumbled and trem- bled. It was out of his jurisdiction, he finally said, the court had to be petitioned first by the County Com- mission. Would he act favorably on such a petition, we asked. Judge Keller was not at liberty to say. We went to the County Admin- istration Building. some twenty of us, and there too the corridors were filled with alarmed clerks and panicky stenographers. The Com- mission was just consulting with its attorney to see whether it had the right to call off the sales, County Clerk Harvey said. Would we please wait? Yes, we would, although it did seem strange that the Com- missioners should be unfamiliar with the provisions of the law they had invoked against thousands of citizens. So we waited. It was the height of the threshing season and the farmers were fidgety. Joe Tenin, at whose place I was working, had to put off the transferring of his pul- lets from the coop into the chicken- A house and only that morning we had found two of them crushed to death in the congestion. Joe’s hands hung from the straps of his overalls. After an hour's wait he said they had enough time to talk it over, and he walked toward the conference room. The building supervisor said, “You can’t go in there,” and Joe said, “Go away,” and ovencd into the room. County Clerk Harvey stood up and said, “Come in, ladics and gentlemen, the Commission will see you nor.” . . We Ser the Co--'rsion 'HEY sat on one side of the table and we stood on the other, Again Bucks County This is part of the farm of John Henzel, in Bucks County, Pa., where the farmers, now threatened with eviction, had won an outstand- ing victory. When the sheriff came to sell the Henzel possessions, the members of the United Farmers bidding. They bought three horses for 14c, a bull for a nickel, and everything else on the farm for $1.18. Then they gave Henzel a 99- year lease for $1.90. Protective Association did all the Bentzley had his say and they sat through it without a sound, the two stooze commissioners and Chairman Roberts. Roberts is a youngish, fat politi- cian and when I say fat I don't mean stylishly stout or pleasingly plump. He is all of three hundred pounds. When he nods, his chin works like an accordion. But h2 didn’t nod under Bentzley’s lash. He said, “We have consulted with our attorneys as to our powers in this matter and we have decided to adjourn the sales of the 1932 del- inguents for one year but the 1931 delinquents will have to go.” “You're passing the buck.” Bentz- ley said, “Judge Keller told us you had the right to adjourn both. Do you know that even so the sale affects 1,500 homesteads?” “I know but that’s our decision.” The attorney said, “I suppose you men are aware that these sold out farmers have the right to redeem their homes within two years by paying their taxes, interest and the expenses of this sale?” “Meaning that men who can't get five dollars together now will have the privilege of paying the accu- mulated taxes, interest and ex- penses of two years,” Bentzley said. The Commission had nothing more to say. An Appointment With Gov. Pinchot E filed out. The adjournment had been at least a partial victory, but we thought if pressure had ac- complished that much, additional pressure may force them to grant the remainder. We went to mimeo- graph a leaflet calling all to pack the courthouse on the day of the sale and comnel adjournment for everybody. We were still at the stencil when a telegram from Gov- ernor Pinchot came in response to our protest wire: “Will see Bucks County delegation in effort to save homes and farms. Come Milford Sunday 4 p.m. standard.” We went ahead with the leaflet. Sunday four carloads started out. In the meantime the Bristol small home owners had a meeting but their delegation was unable to get a car. It was a two hundred mile trip and there was one lizzie which you couldn’t risk and its contents HELP the New York Edition of the “Daily” come off press! Attend the Daily Worker Picnic Sunday, Aug.26, at North Beach Park. Sports,,Games, Dancing, En- tertainment. Clarence Hathaway will speak. Friday HOUSEWARMING Party, new headquar- ters New York County Unemployment Council, 11 W. 18th St. Dancing, refresh- ments, entertainment. Adm. 15c. Auspices Auxiliary Committee. CLARENCE HATHAWAY wil speak on “Europe on the Eve of the Proletarian Revolution,” 50 E. 14th St., 2nd floor. Auspices: ‘Workers Bookshop. The pur- chase of $1 worth of pamphlets entitles you to a free ticket. Tickets are 25¢ in advance, Only 100 tickets left! WORKERS LABORATORY Theatre pre- sents Yosel Cutler's inimitable Puppets; Bunin Brothers’ clever Marionettes, Work- ers Lab. “Comrade Punch.” Guests of Honor (?) Pres. Roosevelt, La Guardia, Gen. Johnson, The Blue Eagle, Priday, Aug. 24, 8:30 p.m,, Irving Plaga, 15th St. and Irving Place. Adm. 30c. “RED HEAD,” Midnight Movie Show, Friday, Aug. 24, 11:15 p.m., Allerton Thea- tre, 744 Allerton Ave., Bronx. Preceeds for Childrens Camp Wo-Chi-Che. Adm. 20c. SONG Recital, Pierre Degevter Olub pre- sents Nora Halfant in a program cf lieder; Shumann, Schubert, Brahms, 5 E. 19th St. Dancing, refreshments, Adm. 25c. 8:30 p.m. MOVIE showing of Soviet classic “Frag- ment of an Empire.” rumkin's Villa, Surf Ave. and Beach 47th St, Sea Gate, 8:30 p.m. Auspices: I.L.D. Rose Pastor Stokes Br. Recitations by Ruth Kovi. Sub- seription 25¢. In case of rain postponed for following evening. OPEN House Nightly. Chess, checkers, ping pong, other games and musi¢. Friend- ly discussions and what have you. Friends of the Workers School, 116 University Pl., cor. 13th St., 2 flights up. Open at 6 p.m. ENTERTAINMENT and Dance given by Utica Center, 1745 Union St., Brookiyn, 8:30 p.m. Fun, Froiic, Refreshments. HOUSZ and Terrance Party in honor of Mother Bloor, who will appear 411 Fourth Ave. (28th St.) Apt. 3. ty, entertainment, dancing, refreshmel Ella Reeve Bloor R. TISHLER will speak on “Will Japan Attack Soviet Russia?” at 1401 Jerome Ave, Bronx., cor. 170th St., 8:30 p.m. Adm. 10¢, Auspices: Mt. Eden Br. F.S.U. Saturday PARTY at 26 W. 115th St., top floor Year. Music via radio! Entertainment! Refreshments! Drinks! An enjoyable ev>. GALA Social given by New Culture Club, 2345 Coney Island noer i Brighton Line, 8:30 p.m. Dancint, enter- tainment, refreshment:, chorus. Adm. 25c. DANCE. Enteztainment and Movie Sh: ins of Workers Novsreel aid a Chaplin Comedy. Brownsville Yeuth Center, 105 Thatford Ave., Brooklyn, Proceeds to Sect. 16. Adm. ¢ by Pen Posner Or- chestre, Axcn'ces: Unit 2, Sect. LWUNITA OPERAIA will hold 2 Party and Dance at Lower West Side Workers -| the culturel advancement of the Russian i ‘U,| the Internatiowal piled into the other cars. One Studebaker held eight people and swung its springs like a beer sign. At the Delaware Water Gap we stopped for gas at a station which attracted trade by advertising a veteran who buried himself alive and swore to stay there until the bonus was paid. After that we saw several of these veterans advertised along the road. As we turned into the Pinchot estate, we asked two well-dressed little boys where the house was and the elder sized us up and said, “You can’t go in there.” “Yes, we can,” I said. “Not unless you have an appoint- ment.” “We have an oppointment.” Reluctantly he gave us the in- structions. When we got out under the ivy walls of the fortress, we were met by a group of young people just after their swim. We | could see the pool glistening. They wore beach robes and white muf- filers. The one with Andover and Princeton dripping from his voice said the Governor will be out short- ly. Some of the boys started de- tailing their complaints to him and he looked uncomfortable and said, “Yes indeed, how true.” ehh mie Pinchot Full of “Sympathy” HEN Pinchot came out and con- ducted us past the reception room with its chests and oriental vases and he was all honey, and so distinguished in his white flan- nels and white moustache. He and young Andover brought us chairs and set them around a remodeled millstone in the center of an im- peccable lawn and the Governor Shook hands with every mother’s child of us and asked now just what was wrong. Bentzley went over it again. Most of the Bristol people were living on relief. Here was a man who had sold both his work horses to be able to meet the tax payment. What good was a farmer without his horses? “Not much,” Pinchot said. The Governor was horrified at the smaliness of the sums for which the 1,500 were losing their homes. He was in whole-hearted sympathy with those citizens. He was anxious Ss ON Club, 107 McDougal St. Italian Entertain- ment, Dancing. Italian Music, YOUTH BR. of I.W.O. outing to Camp Kinderland, Saturday and Sunday. Trucks leaving from 2700 Bronx Park East Satur- al low rates. Registrations in advance at I.W.O. office, 80 Fifth Ave. FIRST Dance and Entertainment held by New East Side Br. Club, 380 Grand! St. scription 5c, 8 p.m. WINGDING Party (meaning a damn good time) Film and Photo League, 12 E. Vith St., 8:30 p.m. Free Movies, Puppet Show, Entertainment, Eats and Drinks a Ia mode. Dancing. New Soviet poster ex- hibit. HOUSE PARTY, Games and Dancing at 1071 Bergen St., near Nostrand Avenue, Brooklyn. Auspices: Prospect Park B. F.S. U. Adm. 15¢, Lots of fun, PSU. Refreshments. at Cli-Grand ‘Sub- Sunday PICNIC given by East Bronx Br. F.S.U., Sunday, Aug. 26, at 1 p.m, Lot No. 1, Tibbetts Brook Park, Bronx. ‘TRUCK Ride to Camp Kinderland, Sun- day, Aug. 28, Auspices: Social Youth Cul- ture Club, Starts from 235 Rodney St., Brooklyn, 8 a.m. sharp. Take Brooklyn BM.T. to Marcy Ave. 75¢ round trip. HOUSE Party for the Crown Heights Workers School, at 134 Tompkins Ave., near Willoughby Ave., Sunday, Aug. 25, 8:39 p.m. Auspices: Prog? Workers Culture Club. Entertainment, Dancing, Refresh- ments, Subscription ise. DANCE end Entertainment, Sunday, Aug. 28, 8:30 p.m. at Italian Workers Club, 107 McDougal St., given by Nurses and Hos- pital Workers League, Good music. Plenty of refreshments. CLARENCE HATHAWAY speaks at the Coney Island Workers Club. 2874 W. 27th Si. on Friday, Aug. 31, 8:30 p.m. Newark, N. J. FAREWELL Banquet to Comrade Rebecca Grecht, the outgoing Dist. Org.. and a welcome to H. Sazer, the new Dist. Org. will be given Friday, Aug. 24, 8 p.m. at 52 West St. Adm. 25c. Philadelphia, Pa. JOHN Bovingdon, recently returned from Soviet Russia, will lecture and portray workers. Saturday. Aug, 25, 8 p.m. at Ostropoler Hall, 943 N. Franklin Aus- Pices: North City Central Br. F.8.U. POLISH Workers Club Unity Picnic, Sunday, Aug. 26, at Cheltenham Swimminz Pool. Direction: Cottman St. and Church Read. Benefit Trybuna Robolnicza. Boston, Mass. Party given at 5 Allen St. West snogs, games, music, refresti- 24, 8 p.m. Cont of .cnal Comm. for Seamen's Club. Madison, Ill. NNUAL Pienic pnd Dance given by ison and St. Ciair Counties C.P. Bice- tlon 59. Auspices: Park, Direction: vis U.S. 67 rnd Minoi Mnsie, Dancing, Drametics, Adm. 25c. 7 from 12 a.m. | | Value of Organization “Sympathetic” Pinchot Sends Troopers for us to know that. He repeated it half a dozen times. It was the s stance of his conversation. What does the Governor propose to do? The Governor will send telegrams to the County Commission and to ex-Senator Grundy. (Why Grundy?) That's all the Governor can do. “You could call martial law and stop the sales,” somebody in the back said. “No, I couldn’t that.” He smiled “You certainly have the author- Gov. | The only time I ever called ma: tial law was to protect a group strikers in Western Pennsylvania,’ Governor Pinchot said. “I can't send the state troopers in there except in case of violence.” “Violence is likely if they try to go through with the sales,” I said. “I have sworn an oath of office, young man. I would advise strongly against violence,” he said sharply. “The county will call in state troopers anyway.” “Oh no. I can guarantee you they won't. Now that is my department.” He took down the sums fer which those present were delinquent. Joe Tenin seid he’s paid up and the Governor was surprised to see him there. Joe said, “This organization has been accused of advising people against paying their taxes. I want you to know that those of us who can, do. But those who can’t should not be made to lose their one means of livelihood.” “I am in wholehearted sympathy with them,” Pinchot said. Joe’s phraseology must haye im- pressed the Governor because on our way to Doylstown next morning we read the wire he had sent to Grundy in the Philadelphia Record: “I urge you most earnestly to exert your influence with the County Commiszoners to save the farms and homes of these Bucks County people. The Governor has no power in this matter, but the Attorney General assures me there is full legal authority to put off this sale. It is by no reason that American citizens should lose their homes and means of livelihood for such piti- fully small sums. In the name of humanity this sale should be stopped, at least until an effort can be made to secure Federal help.” pear rata) Troopers With Riot Sticks did. not expect the farmers to make much of a showing in the courthouse that morning. The 1932 adjournment had accomplished its aim of splitting the rank: For most of them it was impossible to get to Doylestown. And although they would have backed resistance to a sheriffing. physical eviction of the 1,500 families was two years off. At least Pinchot had promised there would be no state troopers. The first thing we saw in Doyles- town was a patrol of state troopers on the main street. I went into the courtroom and strung along the back aisles was a line of state troopers. They had long, lead-tipped riot sticks. I went into the jury rooms and both were filled with plainclothesmen. The local cops lolied in the corridors. Everybody was worried. Farmers filtered slowly into the courtroom. Some saw the and went home. Five minutes be fore the sale was scheduled to start there weren't more than 150 farmers in the house. It would have been suicide to start anything. Someone popped a rubber band or something and every eye turned in his direction. One by one the dicks emerged from the jury room and seated themselves in the crowd. I said to the side of beef who had the earmarks of a sergeant, “I'm from such and such a vaper. Do you expect any trouble?” “Maybe. If anything happens we go to work on that guy, see? He's the agitator.” He pointed to Lem Harris. I walked outside and saw a tour- ing car pulled uv. Several people clustered around it and the driver chased them off. The car was full of amunition, I came back to the ccurtroom. No one uttered a sound. The farmers already knew nothing could be done, but officials still ex- pected trouble. * ‘The Farmers Learn 2 Lesson TINALLY the troopers tilted their sticks at a more menacing anzle, and the county peevle filed in; Landis. the erawline tre » the recorder. the crier, the two stooge commissioncrs and the mastocon Roberts. All around. lawyers. Thy mumbled, blustered. made an apolo- etic speech about misrepresenta- tions and settled down to the busi- ness of the day. The recorder would read off a man’s name. the sum he owed. then say SOLD, County Commissioners. Another man. standing behind him. would affix a stamp. 1.500 farms sold at th> rate of ten a minute. Angelo. Ashton. Bennett, Boyer, Brannigan, Con- wav... When they were through. we scattered slowly and those of us who had been on the delegations met azoin on the lawn. They had shown their teeth and the farmers had seen their weakness, but they had seen their strength, too. The thousands whose hemes had been saved by the adjournment know they owe it to one outside their own ranks and they know exactly how it had been accomplished. The vhysical eviction of the 1.500 fam- ilies scheduled for 1936. In the score of volunteers who particinated in the dejezations a corns of leati- ers svrang to the foresround. On the lawn I steod next to a tall boy with a tongus-twister of a neme that 7 revert could get. He had bten on all the delega‘ions, making us leok small with his six feot four. He said, “I ltarned mors in this on from 1234 .fo“iesn Ave, 15th and Breadway East St. Louis, ens week than I did in eight years Coast Meet DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, FRIDAY, AUGUST 24, 1934 Page Five ; sisnaisemnieenmnmnmmmmmmnmmmmmmmmnnnnmmmmnmmmmmnmmmnmmmmessmmnmmesmse =e a a bea Pennsylvania, Farmers Robbed of Their Homes, Wage a Fight |Arrested Workers On Brutality ~ With Intrepid Courage By JERRY ARNOLD the midst of the storm of fas- | cist terror over the heads of t California workers, the milit and intrepidity of the thrown into the filthy dungeons of the coast cities breaks through 4 the terror and persecution of ti fascist oppression. Without warning, militant work- | ers are jailed, beaten, sentenced on | the fake charge of criminal syn- dicalism. Some of them are just kept in jail without charges, on | heavy bail. They are treated worse than ordinary criminals these Political prisoners, and often the | ordinary allowances to the most | hardened criminals are denied them. | In the face of such vicious per- | secution, the morale of the arrest workers remains unbroken and firm. Letters from young Dimitroffs in California jails tell of the con- ditions they are forced to endure. | All describe the inhuman treat- | ment; none reveal a spark of dis- couragement or despair. Especially adamant is the cou age of the young workers. One bo; a Daily Worker Red Builder, writes how he was arrested in a Sacra- mento courthouse, and his treat- ment by police. “For a whole year or more I've been selling the Daily Worker, Western Worker and o working class literature,” he writes. “I sold these papers and magazines every day of the year at City Plaza right under the noses of the police... . I came to the hearing in police court to see what it was all about After I had stood around a few minutes in the corridor of the Hall of nole fleck of police and plain clothesmen swooped down on me and some other comrades ey marched me over to the Desk Sergeant who held me on a charge of vagrancy on $1,000 bail. Then I was thrown i drunk tank. The tank is tw six feet | by thirty feet and is equivped with one toilet, open kind, and one water faucet around which water is con- stently being spilled. There is a cement floor and practically na ventilation “On Sunday there were still 23 comrades in the cell, but instead of the forty drunks there were seventy- —a total of ninety-six | in the small tank, “T spent four days in the drunk | tank. Then I was taken out and grilled by the D. A. and when I refused to answer their questions | they threw me into a cell tank, where I had 2 bed of straw and two bla “y side and out, was my comrades in- je that had foreed these fascist : to surrender somewhat thi terroristic treat- ment of the class war prisoners in the Sacramento city jail “There are many angles to this story of being in jail as a class war prisoner. One does not have any \ does have a feeling of being persecuted by the laws of the capitalist class. “However, we comrades in the Sacramento jail are not in the least bit discouraged. All of us are look- — ing forward to the workers’ and farmers’ government in this coun- try. “Please give our greetings to the comrades and friends outside.” LOS ANGELES.—The fascist po- | lice machine of Los Angeles hit a| snag today when Officer Lloyd Enloe | refused to accept the so-called vol- | untary pay cut, fought to get his | back pay, and finally produced evi- dence of fraud on the part of the highest officials of the department | in attempting to procure a “trial” | Pay Cuts Stir Resentment been transferred to far outlying districts, have been subjected to humiliations at the hands of their “superior” officers, and have been summarily dismissed on ridiculous pretexts. The resentment of the rank and file police has been fanned to an open flame. Officers throughout o> Tat i | the city have voiced their protest this as ni A on ehharced | against this whole heirarchy. Typi- | cal of the attitude of the officers is of not having maintained telephone | the following letter which was service in his home, and also in not| published in a Los Angeles paper: complying with regulations on re-| “As a member of the Los Angeles volvers. The order had been pre- | police department I want to express viously given out that all officers had to buy new revolvers and pay for them themselves, although there the opinion of myself and the rest of the men who ride radio cars, direct traffic, walk beats, etc. The was no need for them, their old ones being good enough to break up demonstrations and raid work- ers’ homes, After his discharge on these grounds, Enloe demanded trial un- der the section of the Jaw on which he had been dismissed. He drew names from a padded box and de- | Officer who was fired last Friday, | Lloyd O. Enloe, got as unfair a | deal as I've ever heard of. He was ~ | fired because he refused to sign the | Pay cut, not because he had no | telephone and no new gun. The salary of any civil.seryice, employee cannot be reduced unless by volun- | tary consent of said employee. But | just let one of us refuse to sign manded a new panel be brought. For this he was thrown out of the building. Returning with witnesses he forced the office to give him | a@ new panel from which he chose the trial board. Enloe’s treatment is typical of the fascist police board on which sit such esteemed individuals as Red Baiter Davis, the chief of police, and Red Hynes, of the Red Squad Police who have resisted the wage cuts, which to date amount to 31% | per cent of the 1931 wage scale, have! and his job is as good as gone. They would have done the same to me if I had had the courage to refuse.” The situation is similar to the one in Boston, when the police refused to submit to wage cuts and entered into militant struggle to maintain their standard of living. 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