The Daily Worker Newspaper, September 29, 1934, Page 7

=— Notes on an Election Tour by C.P. Candidate For Gov. of Minnesota (Communist Party Governer of IN Gary, on the western ov of Duluth, where the States Steel Corpor plant, steel plant Sround the speakers, tention to the con Pigeons that hung } have a compa y plant. Everythi: half. Half . Half and steel plant men and half steel plant employees on the ad- Justment committee. But when a vote is taken on a matter of inter- est to the employes there are al- ways a few of the so-cal Sentatives of the vote with the br e stcel Plant workers ing up a fight that the voting by the ad- justment committse should be in the open so that they can smoke out the stool pigeons on the com- mittee. So far they are not. or- ganized. A big job on the hands of the comrades in Duluth. d rep.c- yes who are Proctor IN Proctor, another steel plant con- trolled town where the railroad shops is the principal industry, there was a good attendance at the open air meeting. The youth list- ened attentively. Not much of a future for them in Proctor. The number of railroad workers in the shops have been reduced from a| couple of thousand to a couple of hundred, And the boys who left Proctor to hit the rails are not sending any glowing reports of the jungles, missions and Salvation Armies, nor of the soup in the jails which “house” many of the wan- dering youth. Eveleth 'VELETH, mining town, where young miners have broken with “conservative” relations who still control fat jobs, and are out fight- ing for the immediate needs of the wotkers. And that even includes the | tight of the unemployed to attend free of charge hockey games financed by the village administra- tion. Here also these young miters went to bat for the Homeless older miners, whom the city proposed to bury in transient camps at 90 cents per week. By the way, Oscar Beh-| rens, Farmer-Laborite and former | secretary of the Farmer-Laborite Mayor Anderson of Minneapolis, who tried to place the Minneapolis unemployed on a five cent day diet, is in charge of these transient camps. But instead, these older miners today have meal tickets on the restaurants, and their rent is paid too. So when a Communist | election rally was called for a downtown corner, the workers turned out in large numbers. For they may not know how to pro- nounce “communist” in Eveleth, but they know who they are and are with them. Cooperatives was my first opportunity to see the workers’ and farmers’ co- Operative stores and creambéties functioning. Ih the Cooperative Creamery in Virginia, Minn. the comrades placed an apron on me, ,| Bemidji to s before with long, I was keeping the Young Communist anizer packing butter. r too. Even the Halonen- -Communist) ‘stores are (Red) mers de- thrill gees up hears it. It the creamery good for enough but- pace creamery”; is alw rict Training Schooi the creamery that ed a milk station for the rkers when the fariners went on ke to force Bridgeman and Rus- djsel to shell out better prices to the for milk; the creamery sends genérous dona- hen the International Labor | or other working class or- jons are up against it. And nt on the desi, alongside the} ledger and adding machine, is the | Daily Worker, Farmers National Weekly—all Not bad! And if you Want literatufe sold, take along the managet of 4 co- operative store. We took along the manager of the Cook Cooperative stote to International Falls, way on the Canadian border, or rather the manager took us in his ¢ar. There wasn’t any paper mill worker that left the mecting without a pam- for left the meeting without a pamph- | let. And at Ely, Minn., where the workers whispered a8 they passed by and dropped a dime into the hat of the Co-op managér who was taking up the collections. There we spoke off the oil station lot of the workers’ cooperative, and through- | a& loud speaker mounted on a ¢o- op truck. The loud speaker came in handy. Dozens of miners who were afraid to risk being seen hear a Communist election rally, listened | in easily two blocks away while looking at a pair of bodts ih the store window. Grand Rapids Ge RAPIDS is “new territory.” | All I know is that a meeting will be held opposite the main hotel. | It began to look bad as the time |for the meeting approachéd and no one shows up. A big fellow was di. buting Jeafiets, a member of the Party who is farming about twenty miles from town. A farmer |helping the workers to organize. | Only he, his wife and I. No one| else on the corner. Kind of a lone- | some job to start speaking to two) people. But thé size of the farmer, | his evident militancy gives one courage. I dragged out a chair from & pool room and started speaking. Fifteen minutes later there is a good crowd. | Bemidji E come into Bemidji. No trouble locating the Section Organizer. Communists are well known in | Bemidji. They moved the rélief of- fice from a ground floor to the third floor. They thought that the “Reds” wouldn’t be able to get up} there as easy with their committees | fighting for more relief But they | |Were mistaken. Bemidji workers, | now that they have sawéd off most | of the lumber around there, are | not going to starve, They have seen their men and women jailed and beaten fighting for rélief. But that does not stop them. They have a fighting Women’s Council. In the streets of Bemidji they are | selling #he Daily Worker and the| |Farmers National Weekly. And when the Party has a convention | or any large doing in Duluth or} Minneapolis, the whole family, men, omen and children, hop a freight and get there. The Reds are in thé New Masses, ttie| DAIL .Y WORKER, N EW YORK, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1934 Page Seven I HEARD THEIR VOICES | ALFRED HAY bs “THAT night (Saylesville) you coudn’t see where you were going. The boys knocked all ihe lights out and it was dark as hell and you could héar the whistles blowing ahd then they’d see some N. G.’s and bang the rocks would fly and then you'd get the gas choking you. Jesus, you'd run one step here and you'd hit some woman fainting and you'd run oné step and you'd hit some guy bleeding. The cars had to put | their heads out or the boys bust them. Somebody said S: down in his car and the boys yelled, tutn them goddam lights off, and he wouldh’t and ihey took him out of the car and beat the livin’ hell out of him.” Ir. EZ leans forward, shouts: this strike is over do | what the bosses will be? vants!” A laugh, embarrased, goes up in the sirike hall. Men turn to each | other and grin here in Borgia Hall jin the North End of Providence. Think! The boss will be their ser- vant! The laugh swells, awkwardly. A new thought has crept into their minds, a hint of power that has nothing to do with the dem: the local U. T. W. organizer. Meh look at each o-her and laugh, won- deringly, boyishly. Organization, power. The boss will be their ser- vant! They laugh and laugh. The meeting breaks up slowly. The workers drift down into the dark s_reet. There is barbed wire at the street-end, brand new barbed wire stretched across the street a block away from the Wanskuck Mills. On the sidewalk stands a short, stout dark woman. She is looking with hatred at the cop in |the raincoat in Qolatti’s Lunch. (; “Shoot,” she says, “is it a law they must shoot to kill? They're mean By “When Your ser- you know | ‘ogy of | | Shatches of Rhode ag | | This war-like scene, showing smoke from militia-tossed bombs, | is typical of what went on during the textile strike from Maine to Ala- bama. This picture vaas taken during the battle between Saylesville, R. L, strikers and guardsmen, back in 1913, the U.T.W. first began to Organize in Pall River. He's an old union man, member of an old weavér'’s and loomfixer’s union, now dead angi buried, the Ametican Fed- eration of Olothworkers. That was a union, he tells me, a real union, not a stinking racket like the U. T. W. Good, straight, level-headed men as leaders, as good a bunch of mén as you'd find anywhere in the States. “They didn’t go shooting their gabs off, hé says, “they got the facts first.” He keeps hitting this: they had the houses as silent as the mills of ich they are a part. I could see him on the porch high above the street level, & man hunched over a book, peering at me pacing back and forth before the house. I called up to him asking the number. This was the house. When I came u p and sat down on thé porch he laid the book aside, removed his glasses and smiled héllo. A Pole, lanky, with high cheekbonés and pale blué eyes. A ° checked cap on his head and brok- “facts.” He seems to think if the|en shoes out of which the toes strike collectéd enough “facts” and | stuck on his feet Friendly and buggets. But some day they'll get paid back, don’t worry.” In the darkness clumps of men have drifted over to Esek Hopkins Park, a small patch of green with a | comfort station. Suddenly three small sedans, cop’s cars, drive up. | They halt outside the meeting hall. Beside me somebody whispers, “Let | ‘em have it!” Six or seven young | workers bend and straighten, move away slowly, their hands behind their backs, “Look at them maneuvering for position,” laughs a weaver beside me. The boys have clus‘ered around | the comfort station. Down the street the cops have gotten out of | the cars. They wear steel helmets. All lights have been turned on the | sedans. Again the whisper, “Let |em have it!” A shower of rocks, stones crash against the sedans. | The cops duck, dodge, sneak up against the cars, hiding. They make no move to attack thé hundreds of workers ih the park. “Rocks are too good for them shooting bastards,” somebody mutters in the darkness. It. 4¢ ANOTHER time a wisé guy bus | driver tries to break through our lines. Hey, you, Mike yells | out, you put that truck through here again and I'll bust all yer | | goddom winders. Yeah, the wise | guy says, and shifts his gears. | Mike puts his fist with nothing | | on it three times through the winders. His hand comes out all bloody.” Iv. | | [JES an old timer. Left the mills | in Fall River eleven years ago, | |worked as a weaver until he was forty years old. Now he has a little |home in Jamaica, Bound for Fall | River again, see some of the boys, |8ome of his family. We get talk ing the strike. He remembers with bit- ‘terness how béfore the war, way PROLETARIAN LITER NEW Women | ATUR! yy MAX! TRIKE THE TEXTE Fou |are no cops, no guardsmen their |chins buckled up to be seén here, | Framework weather-beaten; presented them to the millowners | curious. I had come to see his son everything would be settled. He’s | but he was away soméwhere. “Never all for a level-headed, old-time | tells his fader or mudder where he trade unionism, a good, rockbound, | go.” And how was New York? Bad, conservative trade unionism. | uh? Everywhere bad. No jobs. Now There's a finger missing on his | five years and three months he had left hand. I want to ask him how |no work, sitting here on the high he lost his finger, but I don’t. “Look | porch, facing the silent mills. His at that feller Gorman,” he says, | girls worked in the weave-sheds. “Shooting his gab off. Any weaver an with half a cent’s worth of brains | "Fifty years old I am,” he says, ‘I go to the mill and they say, could see it's air, hot air.” In- nocently I ask, “Who is this Burlak | How old you are? and I say, How woman they been w: ting about?” old you tink I am? and the manager “O my jesus,” he s! ‘ain't she a | 58Y, Fifty year old, and I say, What sonuyagun!” and his eyes mys‘eri- | YOU do with the people, I say, I tell ously pop open, ss i you, you take them and put them through your machines and make “She's been raising all kinds of Flew merry hell around here. They call be as yes; you make boloney trom her the Flame.” He chuckles. “O my jesus,” he re- peats, “she’s one sonuvagun!” and again, for a hidebound trade union- tied up in the “facts,” his eyes pep open with a mysterious delight. v. CLIMB the long hill. Below, the bridge over Blackstone River; the mills, low, spreading, sileht. There He laughs, the pale blue eyes re- membering, “My golly, that man- ager he don’t know what to si And then he is still and sombre again. Seventeen years he worked in the mills here in Pawtucket, and now he sits facing them, smokeless, barred up, silent as tombs. The strike? No, he don’t go. Too | old. His son goes, goes too much, he says. He has a trick of saying “maybe I no say right” meaning he does not know the answer. I press him. “What people do? Maybe win one strike, maybe win all strikes. ‘ Maybe I no say right.” only the mills quiet as tombs, barred up, smokeless. Houses here | like the houses in all mill towns. | win- dows that hide from the sunlight; A Genuine Sob-Story By HARRY KERMIT | 'EW YORK reporters are a hard- | lar institution five years earlier but boiled lot and ordinarily they do his second wife, an unsympathetic | not fall for the alleged “sob-stuff’| Woman, refused to sign that she| which they brew for the metropoli-| would care for the child and the tan ‘dailies, but even when they| authorities refused to turn him over stumble upon a nuinely tragic| to the father. When the father sub- sequently had to give up his store real cause and effect of the incident. | his wife let him to live with a work- A runaway orphan story—always| er who could support her. good human interest material— . . * story théy are rately awake to the | broke several days ago and those | | | fe)>) | a GORKY 1-00T erat ASIA KUNITZ ae ert FO! | old boy of Italian parentage, Amelio ers and the policemen. |tionate man in his late forties, who | |and his heartbroken father |had once owned a small grocery store | | the rewrite men who got the HAT followed the runaway inci- dent was characteristic of the law and justice which our present | society orders. A policeman came to the father’s home and said the boy would have to go back to the orphanage. In the station house the boy wept and clung to his father! ‘and the father wept and clung to his son, It was a scene which moved | the photographers and the report- ‘The police Valenza, who had lived in charity| sergeant in charge said it was tough | institutions all his life since the| but since the father couldn't sup- dailies which ran the story played up the red tape angle which seemed | to be blighting 4 working class family’s existence. None of the ac- counts—penned for the most part by honest but astigmatic rewrite men— placed the blame where it belonged, namely on the heartless order of life which capitalism spawns. ‘The facts of the story were simple. A timid and sensitive eleven-year- | death of his mother in child birth,| port the boy he would have to go ran away from a Catholic ves back to the orphan home. age to which he was latterly con-| The reporters felt sorry about the | fined. After bumming a ride in a{ whole affair and the Photographers | truck carrying bananas he appeared | took pictures of the boy weeping at the home of his father, Joseph | alone and the boy standing with his Valensa, ragged and travel-worn.| father and both looking as if their) He told his father, and later the| hearts would break. Amelio went Police, that he did not like the| back to the orphanage and the ‘| orphanage because they “taught me | newspapers decried the “red tape”) bad things there and the big boys| which kept father and son apart) beat me and what they gave me to| and then the incident was forgotten. eat was no good. | But it was not a forgoten incident The father, a simple atid affec-|for the unhappy boy in orphanage And “red but was now penniless and Jobless | tape” angle did not get the story. |and a recipient of home relief, was) Even if they had understood the in- overjoyed to have his child back| cident they could not have written with him. Out of tho meagre relief | it for their class controlled papere— check which he received for himself | the conclusion that it is capitalist and his other two children he|society which engenders cold- bought cheap but clean clothes for| blooded private orphanages and de- Amelio and assured him he would| prives a man of his job, drives his not have to go back to the orphan-| wife into another man’s arms, kee} jage. Otiginally he had tritd to| him from his son and breaks up | effect the boy's release from a sinti- | home, | “The sweep of a matchless drama... .” Says T. A. Bisson, Nation critic, about CHINA’S RED ARMY MARCHES | By AGNES SMEDLEY » . With the skill of a novelist, Agnes Smedley drives home the searing realities | of the clash of forces in present-day China.” | 311 pages, $1.60 Available al Workers’ Bookshops or dirsct ftem INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHERS 381 Fourth Avenue New York (Write for catalogue) \ | cops The Son INETEEN years old and already i sO many times i during the onths on a bir 93 ix vag” charge. Nobody at home knew; they thought he was out see- ing the count: A ice car drives waik toward the Central “They been looking for past as we Falls depot me,” he says, “but they |up with me yet.” Bo; dumb, he says. Last | pinchéd hit while he was selling Daily Workers, so the two dumb stood around arguing who should make the pinch, so he walks out on them. When the fiatfoots up in Boston, he says, get to be 150 years old, t send them down to Central Falls to die. After the fighting in Saylesville the governor had issued orders to pick up every known Communis' | Providence. “They went from hou: to house,” he says, “knocking on the doors. I was down in the cellar hard up against the wall not even breathing. I could see their search- lights moving around outside and | the kids yelling, He went this way, hi e went this way, and I thought, why the hell don’t they shut up, but after a while they went away.” ‘TE remained for this young Com- munist to tell his own thrilling story of how, on a Sunday after- noon, while most of his comrad were in jail facing trumped charges, being grilled by the police, he led a tremendous funeral march of thousahds of workers through the streets of Pawtucket behind the coffin of Charley Gorcynski the smash-piecer shot by the Guards- men in Saylesville. The police were scouring céllars and homes, hunt- ing up and down Westminster Street for the Communists who were leading a special “revolu.ion” in Rhode Island; while in Paw- tucket leading a mass funeral of thousands of textile workers from the U. T. W. and the independent unions, marched a nineteen year old Communist directing the traffic, giving orders to the police! When the funeral halted at ihe Notre Dame cemetery, Sylvia, the U. T. W. organizer, drove up in his new Plymouth. The U. T. W. sent a wreath, “He says to me, What? ain’t you in jail yet? That ain't your fauit, I says, and I says to him, sitting in the car, Wha seared of getting callouses on your feet? I asked him if he wan'ed to speak along with me and the in- dependent president, but not him, he says, he don’t want to excite the people.” We walk to the mills. At the Lebanon, heavy pickets have kept it shut in spite of the threat to re- open. This young Cotimunist has grown up here in Ceritral Falls and Pawtucket, worked in the mills, fished, danced. We walk along the streets. Dicks, flatfeet, are after him. He is going up to distribute the Daily Workers. We walk along. Everybody knows him. He knows everybody. All the workers. “Hya Happy?” “Hya Tom?” “H’yal” VI. T is outside strike headquarters, U. T. W. “Win,” the young work- er says, “We gotta win. It’s now or never. It’s like holding a lion’s tail, we gotta hold on.” He poiits across the street. There is a sign announcing the races at Narragansett Park. He doesn’t mean this, He is pointing to the weekly sermon on the wall of St. Ann's Church. TO BE DEFEATED IS NOT WRONG TO GIVE UP IS A TRAGEDY “That's the idea,” he says. But what is it, I think, betrayed? TUNING IN Paul Kaminsky will discuss R. Palme Dutt's “Fascism and Social Revolution this afternoon at 4:30 over WARD. to be 7:00 P.M,-WEAF—Baseball Resume WOR--Sports Resume—Ford Frick WJZ—To Be Announced WABC—Michaux Congregation 7:18-WEAF—Homespun—Dr. William H. Foulkes WOR—Maverick Jim—Sketch WJZ—Stamp Club—Capt. T. Healy 7:20-WEAP—Martha Mears, Songs WJZ-—From Honolulu; Hawaiian Music WABC—Jack Smith, Songs 7:45-WEAF—Floyd Gibbons, Commentator | WOR—To Be Announced WABC—Mary Eastman, Concert Orch Soprano; 8:00-WEAF—Tenth Anniversary Celebra-| tion of WEEI, Boston: Drum Corp s;Del Castillo, and Others WOR--Orchestral Concert, Augusto Brandt, Cohductor WJZ—Pedro Via Orch WABO—Roxy Revue; Larry Taylor, Baritone; Kingsley and Chase, Piano; Sue Read, Songs; Aimee De- loro, Soprano 8:30-WOR—Organ Recital WIZ—Russian Symphonic Choir f:15-WABO—Pais Waller, Sones 9:00-WEAF—Mercado Orch, Aleppo Organ, WOR—Della Baker, Soprano; Chas. Massinger, Tenor WJZ—Radio City Party, with John B. Kennédy; Black Orch. WABC—Etevens Oreh. 9:30-WEAF—The Gibson Family—-Musical Comedy, with Conrad Thibault, Baritone; Lois Bennett, Soprano; Jack and Loretta Clemens, Songs; Voorhees Orch., and Others WOR—Woodworth Orch. WdZ—Variety Musicale WABO—Himber Orch. 10:00-WOR—John Kelvin, Tenor ‘WdJZ—To Be Aitnounced WABO—Dance Orch. 10:18-WOR—Pauline Alpert, WABC—The Federal gram—John H. Fahey, Piano Housing Pro+ Chairmen LABORATORY AND DAVID THE SOVIET BURBANK This month year of Viadim: Soviet 01 functionaries and ntists { parts of the U.S.S.R. travelle ancient town of Koslo named M ri eightieth has devised ma fruit plants. They — a new and and cherry and grapefru Black Sea coast, and ap j below the Arctic Cir rees which are cover snow during most of th Michurin has also develope resisting grapes which fiuris! the Moscow and Ural regior experimenting rom Volga. churin’s life-w answer to the whether science He is a self-tau: ker who” was expelled m a Russian hi fusing to doff } cipal on a cold day as an office cler periments on a sma of ground which he rented with his earnings As his work developed was offered thousands of do’ transfer his work to the Uni States. He rejected this oppor' nity to become wealthy, althoug! the Czarist regime had turned down is offer of plant nurs to be uséd as the basis for an expe: tal horticultural school. After the October Soviet government as it helped all sci who were carrying on important research. He was supplied with scores of expert assistants; he was granted a 20,009 acre garden; he was given a fine laboratory equipped with the most modern apparatus. With this encouragement and support Michurin developed into the world’s leading horticulturalis’. His work is followed closely by foreign scientists, and many of his new plants have been introduczd into ioreign countries, Most of his recent work has been devoted to developing fruit pla: which give a finer and more ab ant yield, and can endure the tense cold which prevails over territories of the Soviet Ni has also developed fruits w the h. He ich stand the strain of long shipy hauls. With the creation of tt new and hardy strains, he ha added ten of thousands of squ mil to the 2 wherein the J.8.8.R. can successfully grow many arieties of fruit. Among the most famous of his experimenis was his use of elec! ; cal currents to speed up the muta- Federal Home Loan Bank Board: | Morton, Bodfish, Vice President U. 8, Building and Loan League 10:30-WEAR—Danny Malone, Tenor WOR—Dantzig Orch. WdZ—Barn Dance WABC—Benjamin Franklin—Sketch 10:45-WEAF—Siberian Singers, Direction Nicholas Vasilleff, Tenor 11:00-WEAF—Weeks Orth. WOR—Go: y Orch WABC—Eylvia Froos, Sonss 11:15-WABO—Gray Orch. 11:90-WEAF—Whiteman Orth. WOR—Winat Orch. WJZ—Martin Orch, 11:43-WABO—Haymes Orch. 12:00-WOR—Barnet Orch, WdZ—Dance Misie (until 2 A.M. WABC—Dahoe Music (until 2 A.M.) 12:15-WEAF—Care-Free Carnival | i tion processes which he uses to produce néw spécies and plant strains. Michurin has never attempted to Music Notes Otto Klemperer With Philharmonic Otto Klemperer, who will conduct the first four weeks of the New York Philharmonic-Symphony’s season, is due today on the Aquitania. His first concert Thursday night will in- troduce to New York audiences Hindemith’s symphony “Mathis the Painter.” Pierre Degeyter Club Musicale Musical evening by the Pierre Degeyter Club for the benefit of the Macaulay strikers, Sunday, Sept. 30, at 8 p.m, at 5 E. 19th St. The Program will include Mass Singing led by R. H. Solomon, and Schu- bert's Forellon by the Pierre Dege: ter Quintette. Speaker, Meyer Schapiro, AMUSE RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL—, 50 St. & 6 Avé.—SRow Place of the Nation Doors Open 11:30 A.M. TUGARA VAN” with Charles Boyer, Loretta Young Jean Parker, Cast of 3000 AND A SPECIAL STAGE Prologue devised by BRICK CHARELL | Staged by Leonidoff “Romany Road” Re-opening Mon. Ev., Oct. 1 $ Weeks Only—Pricr to Tour stevedo THEATRE UNIONS GREAT HIT: SPECIAL REDUCED RATES for Parties of more than 50 CIVIC REPERTORY THEATRE Idth Street & Sixth Ave. Ev es.8:45—Matinees Tues & Sat Prices 30c to $1.50 —No Tax 2:45 | Philharmonic-Symphony KLEMPERER, Conductor AT CARNEGIE HALT. OPENING CONCERTS Oct. 48:45; Pri. AfL.,Oct. 5 8:45; " Sun. Aft.,Oet. 7, 3: BACH—HINDEMITH—SIBELIUS ARTHUR JUDSON, Mer. (Steinway) 00 | ee KAMSEY THE NEWEST METHOD POISON GAS aggerated, corros exist which can ind to a height of eigt et that passage by tro impossibl NOTE TO GARGLERS ras a mo excise or as a method of trea hroat, is frowned on bs am Snow and \ so bla: led tc to ulting , with the head and ere able to get tho affected throat BONE cx CLES CAUSED rea tivity roids, which perr of calcium o: salts that make: the bones hai This consolidates the so-called expansion. If the growth-promoting hermone runs amuck, then the result is the giant that one sées in a side show ts the depositing or circus. They suffer from the disease called acromegaly. M E N Cy S Pe ne nee a AIO SERN EE NEW ideo rb raed CAN YOU HEAR THEIR VOICES the JACK LOROON CLUB oe EWR A PLAY BY HALLIT FLANAGAN ADAPTED FROM THE WHITAKER CHAMBERS: story. SLULLIAR SHAPIRO I a Dawce- "GOOD MORNING REVOLUTION” | DABBIE MITCHELLand ESTHER HALL | Ob" STEVEDORE” tn SONG Sand SPIRETCS 0 PERFORMANCES | AFTERNOQN-R.4§ EVENING 2HNDAY OcT. 7 ce i PH SY, and ney Graver TICKETS: APT. 2S¢H7Se Le at NEW THEATRE ty WIYST, BOOK SYP SOE.)3, Many workers have set them- selves a quota of Sl a week for the “Daily” $60,000 drive. How much are you giving? Pennies, dimes, quarters—send as much as you can! The Daily Worker depends upon you! Hailed by Paris, London, Rome! CHEERED IN NEW YORK Against Class Discrimination, Reli- gious Zealots and Superstition SOVIETS GREATEST Cinematic Achievement EFisenstein-Pudovkin-Dovzhenko Directed Ostrovsky’s “THUNDER STORM” STE. cy BWAY, PAE OD atin 258 [G4 | Soviet Super Talking Film DOSTOYEVSKI’S “PETERSBURG | NIGHTS” (English Tiss) nae DAILY WORKER says: “New Russian film worthy addition to Soviet pete Lith Street & Union Sq. SS ¥ ~~. ee.