The Daily Worker Newspaper, October 18, 1934, Page 5

DAILY WORKER) NEW YORK, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1934 CHANGE —THE— By MICHAEL GOLD HERE are many stupid yarns that begin: Once there was a Jew and an Irishman. But I heard one such yarn the other day that was really unusual and quite good. It is an anecdote with a point, and the point is Communist. It was told of an Irish comrade who happens to be one of the most active and fearless organizers of the left-wing trans- port workers’ union here in New York. This union is trying to organize the slaves who work on the subways and other transportation lines. It is a big and crucial in- dustry in this overcrowded city, and the mighty corporations who profiteer on our nickles have been fighting any suggestion of a union with all the weapons known to the boss. It is dangerous and almost illegal work to attempt this organiza- tion, The nucleus that is most active is made up of fighting Irish- men, some of them Communists. They have dared the spies and armed thugs of the corporations, they have risked their jobs, they have sacrificed time, money, family life and personal liberty for this necessary task. Sometimes, as in all pioneering, things look dark, and it was in such a moment that our Irish comrade told his story, . * Communist Patience and Persistence “@O YOU think we can’t make the men see that they need a union?” he said. “Well, then you should go to the Communists and learn a little patience and persistence. And more, learn the force that makes them persist—faith in the masses. “You can win over any worker if you pound at him long enough. He’s with you from the beginning, though he doesn’t know it. He has good eyes, and can see the things you tell him, if you can only rip the blinkers: off that keep him blinded. “I ought to know—I was blinder and dumber than the worst of them little more than a year ago—just a good willing mule for the bosses. I was motorman on a Brooklyn street car then. On my regular run every morning I began to notice that a pale little Jewish man of about fifty, probably a clothing worker, always managed to get a place on the front platform near me. “One morning he started to talk to me. ‘what papers do you read?’ “T read the Daily News sports page once in a while when there's some prizefight I’m following, or baseball,’ I answered. ““You're a worker,’ he saéd, ‘and you should also read about con- ditions.’ “*What conditions?’ I asked. “Your working conditions. The way you live.’ “I'm too tired,’ I answered. ‘After a day in this madhouse I go to sleep, and glad of it. Or I worry about the butcher and landlord along with my wife,’ ““So you should read about it, if it’s bad,’ he said. “‘T never read. Why the hell should I read?’ I said. He shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing. He rode to his stop and left me. But the next morning he was back, pestering mé again. “Did you ever hear of a newspaper called the Daily Worker?’ he asked. “No, I said, “You should read it,’ he said. “Tt’s not in my line.’ “Why not?’ “Because it’s about the building trades, ain’t it, and I’m a motor- man.” “It’s not only about the building trades, it’s about all workers everywhere, and their conditions.’ “Tell you the truth,’ I said, ‘when I get nome at night I'm téo tired to read anything.’ He shrugged his shoulders and got off at his stop. But he was back the next morning and the next, for weeks and weeks a little, pale, stoop-shouldered Jewish tailor, with the look of sweatshop years in his eyes. Every morning he would repeat his question, why didn’t I read the Daily Worker? He pleaded, he argued, he made long speeches from the heart. Sometimes he was reproachful as if I had done him some personal injury. Sometimes he wooed me like a bride. I got so sick of him I couldn’t bear the sight of his face. But I didn’t want to insult him, because I thought he might report me, and I'd lose my job. The company nearly always takes the word of a passenger; it’s a black mark on your record. “One day in desperation, just to get rid of him, I said, ‘Listen, if it'll make you feel better, bring me a Daily Worker tomorrow and Till read it.’ “He looked pleased, and the next morning brought me one of the papers. After he got off the car I threw it away in disgust. The next morning he was back again. “So did you read it?’ he asked, eagerly? “I lied to him, ‘yeah I read it. It’s o, k.’ “Did you read that editorial on the N. R. A.? Also that letter on page three from a subway worker?’ “No, I said. He locked pained, paper tomorrow.’ “This maddening farce went on for weeks. I never read the Papers, but he nagged me so, and asked so many questions about what I'd read, it became a nightmare. I finally came to the point where I had to do one of two things, throw him off the car and lose my job, or read the Daily Worker. “But I wanted to keep my job, and I began to read the Daily Worker. That's how it all started, Now I'm on another trolley line, and I'm a Communist, and if I ever meet that little tailor who nagged me so much I’m going to shake his hand, and buy him a dozen beers, _ and thank him for having made a real man out of me, instead of a slave ‘Listen,’ he said quietly, ‘How did you like it?’ ‘Well, I'll bring you another » Faith in the Masses 'O THAT is the story of the Irishman and the Jew. It’s moral is this: Never give up, never lose faith in the masses. All the power and glory of a new world sleeps in their depths, waiting only for the _ flery touch of revolutionary thought to spring to life. And the second moral is: Suppert the Daily Worker, the medium by which we can teach and organize these masses toward a new and better world. Support the Daily Worker H Ba must he hundreds of such cases of workers who have been brought into the movement through this newspaper. It would be hard to imagine what weapon would take its place in such propaganda. The erican workers do not read books, and they are too hard to reach through pamphlets. They are trained, essentially, in news- paper reading. They need this daily interpretation of their problems, such as only a Communist newspaper can give. Why are the readers of the Daily Worker as loyal to it as to a mother? It is because many of them have attained the vision of Communism through this paper. It is because it brings them strength and clarity in their struggle each day. The Daily Worker comes out of the soul of the American working class, and that is why they give it more than the three cents a copy that capitalist newspapers are paid. ‘They sell it on street corners, they raise money for it when it is needed, they write letiers to it, telling of their conditions. They spread it, patiently and persistently, as did that little tailor. There is a campaign on now for the Daily Worker fund. ‘This column is pledged to raise $500, and here is the opening gun in the campaign. Wake up, comrades and fellow-workers! . * © Contributions received to the credit of Mike Gold in his Socialist competition with Jacob Burck, David Ramsey, Harry Gannes, Helen Luke, Del and the Medical Advisory Board, in the Daily Worker drive for $60,000. Quota—$500. John and Beatrice McMahon. Leon Lune ... G. Contos ..... Previousy received Total to date WORLD! | FLASHES and| CLOSEUPS | By LENS '‘OLUMBIA Pictures has startd Production on a film “telling of | a Civil War yeteran whose two | sons become involved in commu- | nistic activities. Willard Mack in | part of the old soldier recruits services of veterans at Sawtelle | Soldiers Home and succeeds in | quelling a red uprising and strike.” | The quotation is from a Colum- bia publicity release which goes on to say that this film, labelled “Call To Arms” is “different and chuck full of pathos, thrills and romance.” . « Heil Columbia, indeed! .. . An right after “No Greater Glory,” that not so subtle piece of war propaganda ... Here's a swell lead for John L. Spivak ... Dig up the Columbia patch run by the Cohn | boys ... Some dangerous worms in {that there dirt.... Pers ND here's one you'll love ... The | publicity department of Warner Brothers, NOT JIM CAGNEY, is- sued the statement denying all sympathy with the California labor |movement.... | ee ae HY are the bourgeois movie critics leaning all the way back in their praise of “Our Daily Bread”? . . . And to those among us who forgive Mr. King Vidor on the grounds of naiviete and confu- sion Bela Belasz’s quotation from | Marx might profitably be repeated here: “They don’t know what they do, but they do it just the same” | : +. And to make -films strongly | flavoring of fascism at the sacrifice | of one’s “personal property” and | under the impression of “contribut- ing a solution to the unemployment problem,” is doing it just the same . « » Furthermore, it is a far cry from desiring to do a film version of “Stevedore” to actually doing “Our Daily Bread” . . . I am convinced of Vidor’s honest desire to “con- tribute to the solution of the unem- ployment problem” . . . But a shud- der runs down my back when I think of the millions of movie- goers who will be asked to swallow the reactionary lesson of “Our Daily Bread”... * ERE are some of the questions the super-exploited Hollywood extras have to answer in order to retain their jobs (N.R.A. require- ment): Are you an American citi- zen? Have you ever been arrested? If so, how many times? Have you ever been under the influence of | intoxicating liquor or had such in | your possession while working in a | picture? Are you married or di- | vorced? Etc. . . . Extras Promised | Better New Deal By Bureau Boss.— Headline in Variety ... Frank Scully reassures the Hollywood film barons that Sinclair's election wil not affect their income in any way | ... Right again, Frank ... And if you don’t care to have your stomach turn gn you don’t examine the film studio schedules for the coming half year... . David Platt is the new national secretary of the Film and Photo League. ... ee FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! S I write these words, I am handed a letter from Columbia Pictures to the Film and Photo League in which Samuel Briskin, general manager, states the fol- lowing: “If you will kindly point out to us precisely what portions of this picture (Call To Arms) are sus- ceptible to criticism upon the grounds enumerated in your (The Film and Photo League’s—L.) wires, we shall be pleased to cause the elimination of any such portions which are reasonably calculated to injure the movement sponsored by your organization.” Besides the synopsis quoted at the head of this column and broad- cast by the Columbia offices them- selves we are in possession of con- clusive proof that “Call To Arms” is the most undisguised attack on Communism and the labor moye- ment yet attempted by a Hollywood studio, Until Mr. Briskin and his employers can prove otherwise, the Film and Photo League will be} satisfied with no less than a com- | plete revision of the script or its immediate withdrawal from pro- duction. Mr. Briskin fools no one when he states in his letter that “It has always been our policy to avoid propaganda for or against either side of any public issue.” This while the Film and Photo League is still in the midst of an intensive campaign to boycott and picket Columbia’s war-propaganda film, “No Greater Glory”! Stalin’s ‘The October Revolution’ Off Press Incidents of the October Revolu- tion and problems arising from its development are discussed by Jo- seph Stalin in “The October Reyo- lution,” announced by International Publishers. Stalin’s exposition covers such questions as the pro- letarian dictatorship, Soviet inter- national relations, the dispute with Trotsky, the peasant questions, etc. This work is among some 20 vol- umes in International's Marxist Li- brary series. Recent additions in- clude Lenin's “Left-Wing Commu- nism,” and Stalin’s “Problems of Leninism.” * Little Lefty WHADYAa say may ? Let HE KID KEEP THe MuTY SINCE HIS HEART'S $0 Get O “Take It or Leave Tt!’ = = = By Irwin Shappin HEN you are many months behind in rent and in constant fear of being evicted, live “scien- tifically” on a measly food order, and are at your wits’ end for meth- | ods of stalling the numerous and pestiferous collectors, you have mighty little time left to think of your family’s and your own external appearance. Once in a while you become aware that you and your family | are almost ragged and make a men- | | tal note to broach the subject next | | time the County Relief investigator | turns up. However, when the in- vestigator does show up, you resent. her visit in a vague sort of way, of |a sudden become “occupied” with | something or other and call to your wife. But the wife happens to be doing the laundry just then, so you bravely face the investigator alone. The visitor is bored and indif- ferent. She just does not care. She’s tired and mops her face con- tinually. Then, the same dull, pointless questions. . . . You look aside demurely. . . . She will not ask the one question that’s upper- most in your mind... . Suddenly your little girl runs in. You trans- fer your glance to your child's shoes: they're an awful mess. The investigator follows your glance and gets the idea. “Sorry,” she says in the same monotonous voice, “is there any thing else she needs?” The child still has a few rags, so you say: “No, but my wife does.” The hardest part is over. She | and quietly leave for the next room where the clothing is being dis- | tributed | * ERE you go through the same | procedure. Again you are given | number, and again long endless hours of waiting for your turn. | Every now and then a guard in a droning voice calls a number. At the rate they are moving, you cal- | culate, it will be a long while be- will be called. | Your neighbor happens to be an Italian. He wants to know how he can get home without paying for an exchange pass which is three fore your number | “Poor fellow,” you think, “he | must have spent his last coming | cents additional to the regular fare. | produces pad and pencil and gets | down here.” | Started. She knows what women need and what they get. The order | ures the Italian. is ready in a jiffy. The investigator | a You inquire. He points to his “No treat you good here,” ven- | | is almost ready to go. You begin to ‘hem and haw and curse her in- wardly. You wonder: How can people be so thick... You muster up all your nerve. ... “Pardon me,” you say, swallowing a lump in your throat, “don’t you give any articles to men?” “Of course,” she says, lackadai- sically, and again produces pad and pencil, next morning you are up bright and early. You want to be first at the Relief Storehouse to avoid possible encounters with friends (for to tell the truth you are ashamed to go down there). But when you reach the place you are amazed to discover that hundreds of people are already ahead of you. A guard at the door makes sure you have an order, gives you a number and tells you to take a seat. The place is frightfully small and al- most jammed. Half of the people are standing. ‘You look around and begin to oe study the crowd. Most of them, of | course, are workers, Negro and white. Here and there are dis- tinctly people of the middle class, stricken by the crisis and pauper- ized by the relentless wave of unemployment. They are glum and grimly silent. After hours of waiting your number is finally called. You come forward to a wire cage lined up with shoe boxes. You are given a pair of shoes and told to try them on “for size.” It is your size and all right, but it feels like a size smaller. You ask for one size larger. These are much too loose. The clerk looks at you annoyed. “Anything the matter with your feet?” He gives you another pair with an air of finality, You put them on and find that while the right shoe is too loose, the left one is entirely too tight. “Look here,” explodes the irate clerk, “this ain't a department store! .. . Take ‘em or leave em! . . . It’s your size, see? Get a shoe- maker to stretch ‘em for you!” You are painfully aware of your humiliating position: Beggars can’t be choosers. You take the shoes Culture and Health Slashed To Increase Police Appropriation SEATTLE, Oct. 17, — Close the lioraries and increase the police de- partment appropriation,” is the City Council’s intelligent solution of the 1935 budget dilemma, and represents decaying capitalism’s universal pol- icy of choking off culture to feed Fascism. The newspaper reading room in the main library and two branches, Greenwood - Phinney and George- town, will be closed permanently January 1st, and the appropriation cut $244,000 from its 1929 figure while the police system is increased $296,756 over last year's budget! AccompaRying cuts in the Health Department will condemn hundreds of workers to slow but certain death by cutting down facilities for tuber- cular patients at Firlands Sanita- rium, The library retrenchment will cut off hundreds of workers from read- ing material almost as vital to their future welfare as the present work of the Health Department. Both cuts should be protested vigorously, the Communist Party or- ganization here has declared in a statement. new shoes. You understand the rest. You nod sympathetically. nudges his wife, a stoutish, ill-clad woman sitting beside him. You tell him about the Unem- ployed Council. Yes, he has heard about the Council. He thought it costs money to belong to it. You tell him the dues are the lowest in the world and direct him to the nearest one. He begins to unde stand where your pat K starts praising the Soviet Union. He tells you further that occasionall he reads the Italian Commu daily, and that he hopes to live to/ see the “no good capitalista smash.” ... A ees are hungry by now. A good Part of the afternoon is already gone, but you are still waiting for | |the guard to drone out your num-| ber. By now you have read a hun- dred times the illiterate, crude | | signs on the is warning you | against leaving the building before | | you have thoroughly checked the | | sizes of your articles. | When your number is finally | called you are somewhat frayed.| You feel jumpy and irritable. | | The woman-clerk speaks patron- | |izingly, with the air of a hospital | nurse. Most orders are the same | and she can fill them almost | blindly. She runs through the| ord ‘Sorry, no sweaters,” crossing the | item off the order. “You can tell | your investigator to put in a re- | quisition next winter.” “Next winter? But now.” “Sorry ... What size stockings, please?” You tell her. | “Sorry, this size is all out Have | | to take a larger size.” “But my wife can’t wear large size stockings.” I need one | This encourages him and he reveals| ‘If she needs them she'll wear that he is a bricklayer and has worked only six months in the last five years, and that he is to be evicted for the third time today at two. He wants to know whether the constable has a right to break into the house in his absence. You | have seen more than one of your | neighbors thrown out in your street, have yourself stalled the constable for six months, and have few illu- sions about capitalist legality. You tell him, He now looks worried and | This department appears on this page twice a week. All ques- tions should be addressed to “Questions and Answers,” Daily Worker, 35 East 12th St, New York City. were discussing white chauvinism. The question arose whether a flat refusal to intermarry with colored The comrade who expressed this refusal believes that both whites and the Negroes were evolved from the same form of lower animal; that the white man and his colored brother have the same intellectual capacities; that, therefore, both should have equal rights politically, as intermarrying is concerned, the comrade considered it a personal relationship and his own private business just as he said he might refuse to marry some one taller than six feet two, or a red-headed individual. The comrade naturally resents being called a white chau- |vinist. Please tell us your opinion as to whether the comrade is justi- fied in his resentment.—A comrade. Answer: It 1s not clear whether the comrade’s position is a flat re- jection of intermarriage between any Negro and any white person, or a personal aversion to himself marry- ing a Negro. In either case, we have here a chauvinist position masquerading behind lip-service to the #r-etarian-democratic principle that riage is a personal rela- tionship and the private affair of the individual. declares an aversion to marrying persons “taller than six feet two” or “red-headed individuals.” But, pe- culiarly, his aversion includes all Negroes, although not all Negroes are six feet two, or red-headed. He lumps together in his taboo a few white “types” and the entire Negro race. It is thus clear that his aver- sion to Negroes in a marriage rela- tion is based on something more than physical measurements and hair pigmentation—is, in reality, a chauvinist aversion to Negroes as a race. If our guess is correct that the request for clarification comes from the comrade involved, it may be considered as a sign that he is badly confused but not necessarily a white chauvinist. Nevertheless, his posi- tion is a chauvinist one, and the issue raised calls for the sharpest comment. The ruling class in some 39 States of the Union have enacted laws prohibiting and penalizing marriage relations between Negro@és and whites. What is the purpose of these laws? One, to legalize the fiction of Negro inferiority and, on the basis of the false “race” thories LISTEN YOUNG MaNn-You CAN KEEP Your 00G iF You PROMISE TOKEEP HIM CLEAN AN’ iD — Questions and Answers | Question: A group of comrades) people constitutes white chauvinism. | economically and socially. But as far | The comrade sets up a taboo. He) ’em.” It is said patronizingly, but | | underneath it lurks brutal in- solence. | “Also,” size jumpers are all out. take smaller or larger size. . . PRU ayo “I think you'd better take a | larger size and have your wife take |it in some,” decides the solicitious | lady and adds philosophically: | “Children grow fast—” “Pardon me—” continues the dame, “this | Have to | of the bourgeoisie of “superior” and “inferior” races, “master” . and “slake” races, etc., to prevent fra- ternization and unity of the white and Negro victims of capitalism by | setting up artificial barriers between | them, thus blocking effective strug- le against the exploiters and op-| pressors of both the Negro and white toilers, Two, to render Negro women help- less and unprotected, thereby main- taining the right of the ruling-class, exercised during chattel slavery, to rape Negro women with impunity. |The existence in this country of a population of over one million mullattoes testifies to the wide ex-| tent of this practice, carried over) with other forms of feudal oppres- sion, from chattel slavery. The comrade’s attitude on inter- | marriage belies his declaration that he is for equal rights, politically, economically and socially for the | Negro people. Social equality in- cludes the right to consider mar- riage as a personal relation and the} private affair of the individual —) | thus the right of Negroes and whites \to intermarry. Mere abstract sup- port of the slogan of equality is} sharply characterisised by the Com-| munist International as a decep- tive, liberal gesture: “The slogan of equal rights of the Negroes without a reeintless struggle | in practice against all manifestations | of Negrophobia. . . on the part of | the American bourgeoisie can be nothing but a deceptive liberal ges- | ture of a sly slave owner or his agent. . . The struggle for equal | rights for the Negroes is, in fact, one |of the most important parts of the proletarian class struggle of the United States.” } “Would you want your sister to matty a nigger,” is one of the stock challenges of the lynch rulers to white workers fighting for Negro rights. How does a Communist an- swer this question? Bill Dunne, speaking in the South several years secure equality, than any yellow- bellied white chauvinist.” And, in the very stronghold of white chau- vinism and lynch law, Comrade white workers present to the Com- munist position on the Negro ques- | tion. | All laws which in any way dis- eriminate against Negroes, whether they be anti-marriage laws, or other practices, must be eliminated by | joint struggle of Negro and white workers and by wiping out of the minds of every white worker, espe- Dunne won the majority of the) “I’m sorry,” she says impatiently, “we're rushed here! ... And look here, son (Note: the “son” at least ten years her senior), there is no such thing as fourteen size shirts; fifteen is the smallest for men. Fourten is a boy's shirt, and you don’t want a boy's shirt, do uu?” “Excuse me. size fourteen for you say, “I've worn e last 16 years—” “I'm sorry, size fourteen is a boy's “Listen here, young lady, are you trying to tell me what size I need?” The dame is flustered. She grabs the order and rushes off. Five min- utes later she returns with a bundle of articles, accompanied by a tall, bespectacled lad: “Young. man,” s the worthy lady, evidently a “superior,” in a voice that brooks no opposition, “fifteen is the ONLY size we have! Take it, or leave it!” The clerk looks triumphantly. “These beggars,” her tight lips seem to say, “they presume to come here and PICK their own things.” . . (OU look at the articles and are amazed. They are all of the west quality, cheapest fabrics pos- ble. Imagine your wife wearing tough cotton stockings, two sizes to large, after having worn silk hose most of her life! Or imagine yourself in trousers re- sembling overalls, or in a shirt two sizes too large! You call all this to the attention of the supervisor, the same bespec- tacled lady. She shrugs her shoul- ders and says coldly: “Take it, or leave it” | And her contemptuous look adds: “Beggars can’t be choosers! You ought to be glad to get that!” You are disgusted, sick at heart, and feel like flinging the articles in her face. ... You are sorry you ever came here... . You hurry to get away, get out into the fresh air... . You shuffle along to the table where two wrappers “take care of you.” ... You put down your load along with your box of shoes. ... “We don’t wrap shoes,” says one of them, slinging the box aside. “Why not, it’s so much easier for me to carry one package—” “Orders is orders,” he replies, and adds: “If you need ’em you'll carry ‘em like that.” * + INCE outside you feel keenly the humiliation you have gone through. You cannot believe it was all accidental. Anger is rising, well- ing up in you. Stupidity or ineffi- ciency? you ask. No, it is all too deliberate, too methodical, too well calculated to humiliate and degrade you, discourage you from ever try- ing to apply for help again. You can't help feeling it was open, un- mistakable hatred—hatred of the rich, of the powers that be for the urfemployed! You can’t help feeling that it is only their fear, their or- ganic, elemental fear of the vast army cf unemployed workers and professionals that makes then camouflage their monstrous outfit as relief! ... And those minor of- ficials and clerks are the agencies through which they make their temper known: these know how to take the cue from their superiors “This is not a department store “You are not entitled to any con- sideration!” “You're only a beggar!” “Take it, or leave it!” | How smoothly these phrases roll | off their tongues, or are implied | in their impatience. They don’t | want you to come back. As m3 Italian friend had put it: “The no want to help you. I think so. They gimme check, I buy myself. They no want to help you.” And you realize that you can’t | fight this tyranny with a passive contempt, by inarticulate loathing. | You must hate, hate with hatred | that will galvanize you into action, | with a hatred that will cause you | to rise up and destroy this r==peak able racket called. the capitalist | system! . . . } When you reach home, you fling | the bundle aside. Your wife knows | you are on edge and wonders what | the cause might be. She silentl; opens the package—and soon un-| derstands. She ties it up quietly | and deposits it in a junk closet. | to wear your old rags.... \Curie... Stories Tima, And Effective THE ANVIL, published by Jack Conroy from Moberly, Mo. Sep- Oct, issue. 15 cents. Reviewed by HARRY KERMIT EORGANIZATION of The Anvil editorial and managing nel was effected recently, eral well-know members Reed Club of St. Lou Jack Conroy of his single-handed task of putting out the magazine. This lessened pressure on Conroy is reflected in the high literary standards achieved \in the Sept-Oct. JACK CONROY Editor of The Anvil issue. Topical timeliness and gene uine artistry characterize the fic- tion and make the current issue one of the finest since the inception of the magazine. In “Dry Summer” Sanora Babb demonstrates that fine style and purposeful writing can go hand in hand. Her smooth-flowing descrip- tion of the effect of the drought on a mid-western farmer, his wife and their two small daughters is one of the finest pieces of proletarian fic- tion to appear recently in any American magazine. The anguish of the two children at having to stone a wild rabbit so that the fam- ily will have food and the plight of their parents is handled with great depth and understanding. Of the other stories in the maga- zine, “A Study in Contrast” by Louis Mamet and “Death at Shaft Three” by Walt Stacy are also outstanding. Mamet's work is well known to the readers of Anvil and other fiction publications—one of his short stories appears in the O’Brien collection of “The Best Short Stories of 1934"— and the story in the current issue of Anvil is one of his best efforts He describes the progressive break- down under the brutality of the police third degree of a worker who kidnapped his boss's daughter to enge his dismissal. The blows of the rubber hose, the leering faces of the detectives and the tortured screams of the prisoner in the darks ness are “Death at Shaft Three.” with its tragic story of fif trapped in a mine, is part: timely in view of the heroic “suicide strike” of the Hungarian miners | fresh in our minds. | TN addition to the above stories, “Own Your Own Home,” a sec- tion from “Conveyor,” a novel by James Steele dealing with Detroit, G by John C. Rogers. “Flames Under the Snow” by Alfred Morang, | as well as poems by Norman Mac- |leodand Virgil Geddes, make good | reading. The following editor's note ap- pears in the issue: “All original subscriptions to The Anvil expire with this issue. Unless everybody renews, we shall be put to an even more severe test than in the slack summer manths when we published reg- ularly and incurred a tremendous deficit. Please help us by rene ing if your subscription expires, and try to get somebody else to subscribe.” Friends of the Anvil, intellectuals interested in revolutionary litera- ture, and workers with the money And you and your family continue iz svare should rally to Jack Con- roy’s call. ago, was confronted with this “poser” by a chauvinist in the au- dience. ‘The revolutionary leader quickly retorted that he “would sooner have his sister marry a mili-|. 7:00-WEAF—Jack and Loretta Clemens, tant, fighting Negro determined to} w32"®hmos ‘n’ Andy—-Sketcn WOR—Sports Resume—Ford Frick WABC—Myrt and Marge—Sketch 7:15-WEAF—Gene and Glenn—Sketch WOR—Comedy; Music ‘Thiede, Conductor; Melodic Tune WJZ—Concert Orchestra; Alexander Chorus | __ WABC—Just Plain Bill—Sketch 1:30-WEAP—Minstrel Show WOR—The O'Neills—Sketch WABC—Jack Smith, Songs 7:48-WEAP—Frank Buck's Adventurers WOR—Studio Music WJZ—Shirley Howard, Songs WABC—Boake Carter, Commentator 8:00-WEAF-—Vallee's Varieties ‘WOR —Interview With Lou Little, Co- lumbia Football Coach WJ%Z—The Technieal Error—Sketch cially, all traces of white chauyin- ism, WABC—Easy Aces—Sketeh 8:15-WOR—Little Symphony Orchestra, Phillip James, Conductor KEEP IM CLEAN? sure / Honesy MA I'LL EVEN — by del STAKE A BATH MESELE EVERYTIME YOU TUNING IN WABC—Fats Waller, Songs 8:30-WJZ—Ruth Lyon, Soprano; Sears, Tenor WABC—Johnson Orchestra; Edward” Nell, Baritone; Edwin C. Hill, Nar= rator; Present-Day Pood Problems— Colby M. Chester, President Gene eral Foods Corporation Charles | 9:00-WEAF—Captain Henry Show Boat WOR-—Pauline Alpert, Piano WJZ—Death Valley Days—Sketch WABC—Gray Orchestra; Annette Hanshaw, Songs; Walter O'Keefe -WOR—Larry Taylor, Baritone —Lum and Abner—Sketch —Announcement of Prize Winners in the Carnegie International Exhle bition of Contemporary American and European Paintings, Pittsburgh WABC—War\z Orchestra 9:45-WOR—Al and Lee Reiser, Piano 10:00-WEAF—Whiteman’s Music Hell With Helen Jepson, Soprano, and Others WJZ—Canadian Concert WABC—Fortr-five Minutes in Hollye wood; Music; Sketches 10:18-WOR—Current Events—H. E. Read 10:30-WOR—Vaughn de Leath, Songs; Jack Arthur, Baritone; George Stons, Comedian; Dance Orchestra WJZ—Industrial Monopoly—A. A. Bi Jr., City Chamberlain 10:45-WABC—Fray and Braggiotti, Pieno | 11:00-WEAF—Berger Orchestra e WOR—Monnbeams Trio WJZ—Campo Archestra WABC—Vera Van,, Songs 11:15-WEAF—Jesse Crawford, Organ WABC—Little Orchestra 11:00-WEAF—Dorsey Orchestra Contributions received to the credit of Del in his Socialist competition with Mike Gold, Harry Gannes, the Medical Advisory Board, Helen Luke, Jacob Burck and David Ramsey, in the Daily Worker drive for $60,000. Quota—s500. John and Beatrice Mc- vividly and realistically\. %