The Daily Worker Newspaper, February 6, 1935, Page 5

os Change World! By MICHAEL GOLD ‘7. in Moscow some three years ago. One day I received a letter from a friend in New York, saying, “What’s happening over there? The papers here say that on Aug. 14, there was fighting in the Red Square. The Kremlin garrison revolted, and joined the workers in an attack on Stalin. But his picked Chinese mercenary guard were able to put it down. In many provinces the peasants are in revolt, and are marching on Moscow. Are you in danger? Has the revolt cut off your cigarettes and tea? If you need galoshes, wire me. Write me the details, if you are still alive. I need a good laugh here in New York, where all my friends are losing their jobs and are as gloomy as hell.” I went to the International Library near Tver- skaya Street and read through the New York news- papers for that date. Whew, what really terrible headlines! They were most alarming. ll over the first pages they shrieked in 36-point black type that at last the Soviet Union was kaput, finished, ended. They could scarcely conceal their joy. I forget all the amazing details; whether Stalin per- sonally shot Radek, or whether Radek shot Stalin, and then shot the director of the Moscow Art Thea- tre, for dessert. The Red Square was running with rivers of blood. Corpses that had fallen to the machine guns of the Lettish, Chinese and Jewish mercenaries of Stalin were heaped in mountains, and the old bearded drivers of the little horse carriages were highly peeved, because traffic was blocked, and their business at a standstill. They were taking a vote and also threatened revolt. There were many other lurid details. But it was interesting that none of these flaming reports came from Moscow itself. They were wired from London, Riga, Berlin, and similar far-off places. ‘What remarkable correspondents! At a distance of thousands of miles they could describe every de- tail of the battle. All such people needed to turn out a great story, it seemed, was a bottle of gin. . . * Caught Red-handed RVEN the New York Times had been knocked cuckoo by the great and longed-for story. This was the most solemn and respectable newspaper in America, with a long white billy-goat beard of discretion. Was it the insidious urge of wish-ful- fillment that had seduced this venerable bellwether? It, too, had fallen for everyone of the Riga fascist bedtime stories. I looked through the papers of the next day. Not a line appeared about the famous massacre. ‘The correspondents must have wearied, or fallen down a flight of steps under the influence of their fascist jags. They'd forgotten the whole incident. No, sir, not a line appeared. They didn’t even tell you whether the corpses in the Red Square had been properly buried, or what had happened to the vote of the droshky-drivers. And they didn’t even try to explain, or apologize, or anything. Like a thief caught red-handed with the goods, they presented a blank face, and talked about the weather. You will have noticed by now, I hope, that the capitalist papers never print such whooping lies and inventions about any other country, not even tiny Ecuador or the Andorran Republic. They would fire a correspondent who sent in such obvi- ous fakes, and send him a wireless lecture of journalist ethics. But it is always open season on the Soviet Union. There are dozens of Donald Days and Isaac Don Levines and similar trash who have found a new and profitable career in lying about the Soviet Union. The editors shut their eves and eat the whole smelly mess and pay for it, too. You see, there is some sort of war on. Every- thing is fair in war, as we learned from the atrocity- monger George Creel during the last one America entered. . * . Mr. Hearst’s Private War {\N CHECKING back, I remembered that on that famous day I had crossed the Red Sauare twice. Tt was bustling and peaceful all day; the sun was shining, the Red Flag waved over the Kremlin wall, and nary a corpse or machine gun. By the Chinese Wall men were peddling goloshes, pickles, sunflower seeds and colored prints. I had spent nart of the afternoon watching the swimmers and fishermen in the Moscow River that flows by the Kremlin. Then I had spent several hours with the editor of a publishing house, a former Red Army soldier, who knew and loved our Amer- {ean literature, and asked me questions about Stephen Crane, Walt Whitman, Jack London. The morning I had passed in the big steel mill near Moscow, called Hammer and Sickle. One of my friends worked there. He was studying to be an engineer. Out of 6,000 workers there, he told, more than 4,000 were studying something. This steel mill was also a big university, I thought, as I, went through their busy library. In the evening I went to the German Workers’ Club, where they were entertaining a troop of Red Army men stationed, precisely, in the Kremlin. ‘There was a great deal of group singing, solo danc- ing, vaudeville turns, and tea and cakes. At the end, all of us went out into the streets and marched the boys back to the Kremlin, singing all the way. So that was the day of the famous Riga mas- Sacre. It is safe to say that a majority of the yarns that are printed about the Soviet Union by Mr. Hearst and his pals are about as truthful. These millionaires who own newspapers have been fight- ing their private war against the Soviet workers’ Tepublic since it started. Lying is their chief weapon. Just Out HUNGER and REVOLT: Cartoons by BURCK This beautiful, DeLuxe edition is limited to 100 numbered and signed copies. Printed on heavy art paper, in large folio size and con- taining 248 pages. Bound in heavy buckram boards, attractively stamped. Orders accepted now. Five dollars, postpaid. DAILY WORKER, 50 E. 13th St., N. Y. LITTLE LEFTY WELL, NOW “THAT WE “THREW OUT OUR PAPERS HOW ARE WE GONNA MAKE THE DOUGH WE NEED/ DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1935 = ANO WHAY ABOUY “(He tHousAnos of NEWSBOYS WHO HAI 6 SELL ESE SHEETS Kee? ALIVE 77 Uncle John to the Rescue! WELL FELLERS saa) (Taf HAVE TO OMIT \'M Stuck f LET'S ASK MY UNCLE JOHN—- BETCHA HE CAN You'LL HAVE 16 SHOW ME ON ACCOUNT I'M HELP US ODT/ WORLD of the MOVIES Gloritying the Army Officer FLIRTATION WALK, directed by Frank Borzage, distributed by Warner Bros., with Dick Powell and Ruby Keeler. Reviewed by JULIAN ROFFMAN IN 1917, when the movies were still in the era of golden-haired hero- ines, mustachioed villains and last- minute rescues, America entered into the world war. Immediately the potential propaganda machine —the film industry—was swung into action, Films like “Pershing’s Cru- saders,” etc., were turned out almost weekly. The people were whipped up into a frenzy of soldier-worship —my country right or wrong—was the byword. The powers of the cin- ema was proven by the wholesale slaughter of millions of American workers—the dupes of propaganda! Today, although we are not actu- ally at war, the preparations for conflict are such that they promise a masscre ten times as horrible as the last. Very naturally, the people once again must be taught the wor- ship of the uniform and the sight of the glinting bayonet. And what medium better than the film? Therefore, in “Flirtation Walk,” made with the co-operation of the War Department, we have a promis- ing herald of a definite cycle of military propaganda films. Most films of this type have in the past glorified the doughboy, but here we have an absolute deification of the officer. The very crudity of the propa- ganda js seen in the story itself. The hero is a two-fisted, 100 per cent American, who, though a blue- blood, starts at the bottom, a rookie. Since the interest must be main- tained in some manner, our hero falls in love with a general’s daugh- ter, who is engaged to an officer (a vicious military triangle). The pri- vate, rebuffed by the girl, decided to become “an officer and a gentle- man.” By sheer pluck and hard work, he gains entrance into West Point and at the end of his train- ing course, becomes the regimental commander. A shining example for all ambitious youth! Especially when, at the end, he wins the girl who had snubbed him for being a private. Unfortunately, all this is not as simple as it seems. There are many pitfalls to ensnare the unwary spec- tator. There is the crash of blaring bands to befuddle him—there are glittering uniforms to dazzle him— there is youth, romance, glamor— tropical settings to bewitch him. These are the typical stock-in- trade of the Hollywood producer. The moviegoer need only forget the blaring bands, the glittering uni- forms, the glamor and the romance, and he will at once penetrate the cheap artificiality, the crudity of this film—Hollywood’s tribute to the army and the officer! Schutzbundler in Russia - - - By Ben Field IN Russia there are now more than 500 Schutzbundlers, members of the Socialist Defense Corps, who took part in the fighting last Feb- ruary in Austria. Wherever you turn in Russia, you hear of brave February. Every worker and peas~- ant knows the Schutzbundlers, is proud of these Austrian workers who have been invited to work at the next lathe, behind the same combine, On the 5,000 mile trip which ripped like a scythe through the Soviet grain farms last fall, we hear 150 Schutzbundlers have settled in Charkov. In Charkoy we hear fifteen are working in the Hammer and Sickle Agricultural Implements factory. We drive through a crossfire of wind and rain from the Ukrainian steppes to Hammer and Sickle. At the factory gate we show passes. The factory yard is full of iron, lumber, farm machinery, and a great stack pounding the clouds. The Russian engineer pulls his head down into his coat. The big Belgian and the Americans troop after him into the forge. The other American is a Yankee boy, who after cutting over his own coun- try by freight to study conditions, has come here to Russia to sharpen himself up by comparisons. The engineer goes off to find whether any Schutzbundlers work in the forge. A young Russian worker plunges past us with tongs to meet a crankshaft with bulging ane Drop hammers rock the earth. Baltimore, Md. ning Friday, Feb. 8! HAPAYEV “THE RED CQ7{MANDER” Soviets Greatest Film! — Continuous from 11 A.M. — The Auditorium = 20%ard 2 F rankfeld Warns of Fascism In Letter from Prison Cell —— 6 Gen. Butler, Coughlin, Hearst, Symptoms of | Growing Danger The following letter was re- ceived from Phil Frankfeld by Harvey O'Connor. Frankfeld, a member of the National Board of the Unemployment Councils, is now serving a two-year sentence in Blawnox Prison for his activi- ties in behalf of the unemployed workers of Pittsburgh. This let- ter should be read at all work- ers’ meetings and used to intensi- fy the campaign for securing 50,000 signatures to petitions, de- manding his release. It is neces- sary immediately to rush more resolutions to the State Board of Pardons and to Governor Earle, both at Harrisburg, demanding Frankfeld’s release. os) ee Dear Friend Harvey: Through you and the Frankfeld- Egan Liberation Committee, I wish to express my deepest thanks and gratitude to the hundreds of workers who have written to me since my incarceration, and greet- ings or financial support, and to the many thousands of rank and file miners, steel workers, unemployed and honest professional people who have demanded my and other class- war prisoners’ freedom. I wish to sincerely thank the National Com- mittee for the Defense of Political Prisoners for sending a delegation and attempting to gain some con- cessions for us. I was especially delighted to note the presence of several ministers and writers with the committee. Economic and Political Despotism This interest in our cases—among the first victims of growing fascist reaction in these parts—is a reflec- tion of the rapidly awakening con- sciousness among broad strata of the population, of the serious menace of fascism, which threatens to destroy the most elementary democratic rights of the American people and to throttle all that is vital, living, virile and progressive in culture, science, and politics in this country. That this menace is real should be obvious even to the blind. The revelations of General Butler, the ravings of the chief of the Brass- Check press—Wm. Randolph Hearst (the Goebbels of America)—and his underlings, the demagogy of the Father Coughlins, the venom of the Woll-Leys, the proposals of the U. S. Chamber of Commerce and the Dickstein committee—are sufficient evidence. This organized and _ concerted drive directed against labor as a whole is, of course, in the first place aimed at the Communist Party, the The Belgian, a bullwhip of a man, spent six months in jail last winter for street fighting in Antwerp. Tells us he met Schutzbundlers Luks and Kuzlar in Leningrad. Kuzlar led 300 armed workers in Floridisdorf, Vienna against Dolfuss’ police and the army. Luks armed 3,000 men and captained a squad with 20 machine guns. Luks is foreman in the Leningrad telephone factory, Kuzlar works in the fur factory. ‘HE big-domed engineer returns rubbing his hands with cotton waste. He must have looked over a machine on his way. He says Schutzbundlers are working in the assembly shop or the carpenter shop. Down the main aisle of the as- sembly a worker runs with what appears to be a gas mask clamped to his face. He is caught between the handles of a loaded wheelbar- row. The engineer laughs, “Getting ready for war. But no, it is a fa- tigue test.” He points to the wooden boxes growing into tractor-threshers. The Schutzbundlers have had their Planes and saws in this. Axles, wheels, crankshafts are knocked into Place by swarming workers. And at the end of the line where red flags glow looms the huge battle- Ship-gray thresher (40 each day) ready to steam behind tractors on the steppes where villages and even cities are lost in the high seas of grain. In the carpenter shop not a tap. Knots of men and women around Speakers. Meetings going on for drives and pledges for the Novem- ber celebrations and the Congress of the Soviets. The engineer goes off to find the shop manager. A worker with cap yanked over his ear and spectacles addresses the group nearest us. Socialist com- petition with the tractor factory. Thundering news about the Moscow Hammer and Sickle factory pledg- ing itself to fulfill its annual pro- gram by December 1, to overfulfill its daily blast furnace output 111 PHIL FRANKFELD eee es fearless leader of the working class. It goes hand-in-hand with the sharpest drive to lower the living standards of the American toilers, to smash all bonafide labor unions, and to impose company unions on the workers, Through such economic and poii- tical despotism, the industrialists and bankers were able to obtain increases of 70 per cent and more in profits in 1934, to cut 4,000,000 “un- employables” from the welfare lists, to gather 800 per cent war profits ($256,000,000 by the DuPonts alone), and to create 26 new millionaires in the first year of the New Deal— while 22,000,000 paupers are “living” on relief. This is, of course, not mentioning such “small” items as the ever rising cost of living, the loss of homes and small properties, tie heavier taxation and sales taxes, the refusal to pay the bonus to the veterans, the increased persecution of minority groups, lynchings, etc. The only effective answer to these conditions is the building up of a powerful united-front of Labor, supported by the hard-pressed middle class. Such a beginning we can see in the splendid response to the National Congress for Unem- ployment and Social Insurance. This must be deepened and ex- tended. Bankrupt Liberalism Regarding another question—the so-called “purge” in the Soviet Union [this refers to the execu- tion of a number of white-guard agents, who had smuggled them- selves into the Soviet Union in order to assassinate government leaders and institute a reign of terror against the Soviet workers and farmers—Ed.] I am not at all sur- prised at the great hue and cry raised by fascists of all descriptions —those who, like Wm. Randolph Hearst, were and are discreetly per cent, six tons of high quality metal in an hour from the 40-ton furnace, Stak De E''SKY, shop manager and editor of the shop paper, “Iron Stream” comes over with the engineer. He grips each one of us with a rough, hard-knuckled hand. We shall have to wait until the meetings are over. In the meantime, he can bring us over to the shop's red corner and to the office. Lensky tells us that in ten years Hammer and Sickle has grown from 1,200 workers to 7,000 workers. “We shall not be disgraced in any socialist competition if we fight hard enough.” He shows us the slogan growing more important day after day because of the growing war danger—Every Factory a Stronger Fortress. “That is why we can use fighters like the Austrians.” “Are they good workers?” “Good. The Pravda writes that two of them in Moscow have just won prizes for a new method of Polishing rings in the searchlight factory. Guns are not the only tools the international working-class can handle.” There is something hard and dry about Lensky as about a drill. But he is some of the iron that has helped make Soviet Russia. He goes out for a moment. The rain shakes the windows. He comes back with a tall lean young worker in dusty pants and blue gym shirt. It is Franz Jederman, carpenter, Schutzbundler. We sit around the table. A burly German worker with a moustache curved like a sabre comes in. Then @ reporter from the Charkov Work- er. We batter away the wedge of the language difficulty. All eyes are fixed on Jederman. ee ee BOUT himself? There isn’t much to say. We press the point. He is 21 years old and was born in Vienna. He went through ele- Thanks Workers for Deep Interest in His Case quiet about the June 30th massacre, {murder by Hitler of hundreds of his personal opponents In the Nazi camp.—Ed.] and those who fell in strike struggles here, about Scotts- | boro, Mooney, ete. One can only view with contempt the whinings of such pious-souled people like Villard, Dewey, Thomas, etc., who would perhaps have the masses of the U. S. S. R. turn the other cheek, to be smitted by black- guard assassins striking from be- hind. Of course, the venomous out- burst of the Lees, Cahans, Can- nons and Mustes comes from their political hearts and once again brands them for what they really are. At every historically decisive moment the true role and basic class character of parties, groups, ideologies, as well as individuals, is put to the test. In this recent instance “liberals” and “socialists” joined the wild jackal chorus with reactionaries of the worst kind. It revealed the bankruptcy of liberal- ism. Cannot these people realize that the best reply to their wailings and comparison with June 30th was given by the million-masses march- ing determinedly through the bit- terly cold streets of Moscow and Leningrad, while in Berlin there was horror and fear among the masses? Real Justice As a political prisoner myself, it gives me the greatest joy and spirit to know that at least in one place and in one country real justice is being administered to the enemies of the people, where the Insulls don’t go scot-free while the Mooneys are behind the prison bars. I say —and I believe that all who lan- guish in concentration camps and jails feel likewise—: “More power and strength to the mighty arm of proletarian justice! May it con- tinue to strike fear into the hearts of those who have cause to fear it! In conclusion, I wish to thank you for your own work on my behalf and to thank Dolsen whose two letters I have received. Assure my friends that my health is good, and that I have no complaints to make, Thank the Fraternal Fed- eration for subscribing for “Cur- rent History” for me, and workers of Wilkinsburg for their kind as- sistance to my wife and child. This applies to comrade Kamen, too. Of course, it is better to be out. and working than to be in here. If I must, however, do all my time, I shall do so without any regrets and unflinchingly. With best personal regards to you and your wife, (Signed) PHIL, FRANKFELD. had to quit to find work. His father is also a carpenter, unem- ployed for more than a year. The other two working in the family, his Sisters, last letters show they have no work. His last job was par- quette floors on Singerstrasse. His hair is driven back over his head. Not a word of his own ac- cord about February. His face is lean, the eyes hunted looking. And then swiftly one remembers that we are taking and hurling him through the terror again. He smiles but his face remains haggard. “You may.” So we turn to Chekoslovakia to which many of the Schutzbundlers escaped, and ask why it was he did not remain. He says, “They had no work for us.” But in Chekoslovakia there are many Socialists. The Yankee boy adds, “In power too, they boast.” The flesh may have grown over the bullet shot into the back, but the pain of the betrayal by the Austrian Socialist Party leaders re- mains. His firm shoulders bunch together. For a second his face twists, then as swiftly hardens. And the loyalty remains to the party in which he was brought up, the party whose heart was the best of the Austrian working class. He says nothing. He takes out Paper and tobacco, Some one of- fers him a cigaret. He shakes his head. He passes his finger like a burin down the paper. He pours in the tobacco. He furrows the heap evenly, twists it with a fin- ger, and then whips the tongue down. look at each other and smile. Was he in the fighting in the Karl Marx Houses in Vienna? Yes, Family living there? “No. We heard. There were 20 of us, all young fellows. Members of the Defense Corps. Day by day, the mentary school and also through|Heimwehr, the police were pushing two years middle school when hejus out into the streets. Zhe orders! , WORLD of the THEATRE Elegant Near- Tragedy THE OLD MAID—A play in three acts by Zoe Akins, founded on the novel of the same name by Edith Wharton; produced by Harry Moses, staged by Guthrie McClintic; settings and costumes by Stewart Chaney. Reviewed by LEON ALEXANDER Neeahsberate elegant, slightly fla- vored with a literary aroma, and as distinguished as great-grand- father's silken side-whiskers, here is a play that provides a deadly dull, unstirring evening for its first two acts, and succeeds only with great effort to draw a few tears from its audience in the last scene. Delia Lovell (Judith Anderson), in love with another man, marries James Ralston, an up and coming banker. The jilted lover rebounds into the arms of Charlotte Lovell (Helen Menken), Delia's cousin. A child, Tina, is born of their brief affair. Charlotte at first leaves the child in the care of her Negro ex-nurse; later, to be able to keep the child near her without scandal, she starts a nursery for poor children. She and Joseph Ralston (brother of James) fall in love and are be- trothed. Joseph, however, insists that Charlotte’s interest in the children of the poor is unbecoming to the future Mrs. Ralston and in- sists that she must give up her; nursery after her marriage. Charlotte confides the truth about the child to Delia who, in a fit of jealous fury, coldly ruins her cousin's chance at marriage. Later, when James Ralston dies, she takes the two into her house- hold, Tina does not know that Charlotte is her mother. Her whole affection goes to Delia, who spoils her and adores her. It is Delia whom she calls mother. Charlotte occupies in the househald the posi- tion of an old maidish, shrewish, poor relation. ae Tee 'HE story has definite ironic im- plications; and if Miss Akins had underlined them more robustly, if she were not forever aware of the tear-jerking possibilities of her script, we might have had a play, cruel, perhaps, but moving. Instead of which, she swings between con- descending superiority and maudlin sympathy toward her characters, with never a hint of genuine un- derstanding. We never quite be- lieve in their humanity, in the Pompous egotism of the two Ral- ston brothers (played by Robert. Wallsten and Frederich Voight), the self-righteous, revengeful mean- ness of Delia Lovell or in the tragedy of Charlotte Lovell’s life. Miss Menken, too tense through- out the play, does not becme con- vincing until the last act; then, in the last scene, she gives a portrayal of futile sacrifice, of bleeding motherhood that finds accents of genuine tragedy. They began counting our very breaths. Ten fingers were too many for us!” With the cry up leaps the hunting and hunted fighting flesh of his face. “We heard what they were doing to the comrades in Linz. When they attacked Karl Marx with cannons, our 20 was there.” The big Belgian puts his hand softly on the table. “All came through?” Franz shakes his head. He doesn't remember. The rain shells the windows. He looks at his cigaret. No, Five did not. He flings up his head. He leans over the table in his faded gym shirt. A tremor jerks his breast | muscles. The Yankee boy takes off his coat. He flings it around Franz's shoulders, For three weeks they hid from the police and the Heimwehr after the defeat in sewers and cellars. Then nights, the forced marches to the frontier. The International Red Aid helped them across into Russia. And for the first time Franz’s face lights up. “They treated each one of us here like a Dimitroff. The whole country was flung open to us. We could work wherever we wanted. I chose Charkov. Some Leningrad, Moscow, Stalingrad, Kiev.” (To Be Continued) Greetings to Artef The Artef Players Collective has received the following radiogram from the Internatinal Union of Revolutionary Theatres in Moscow: Moscow, U.S.S.R., Jan. 28th. Accept our heartiest proletarian greetings upon your attempt to g0 over from a weekend to a full ume theatre. Your successtut staging of “Recruits” and “Dosti- gayev” remain wonderful example. We wish you great success. HEINRICH DIAMENT, General Secretary, Questions and Answers This department appears daily on the feature page. All questions should be addressed to “Ques- tions and Answers,” c/o Daily Worker, 50 East 13th Street, New York City. War and Revolution Why do Communists wars when it is from A. R., Chicago Question imperialist revolutions come?. Answer: The Communists fight against imperi- alist war, because workers have nothing at all to ain from wars fought in the interests of the capitale clas It is not necessary for millions to die, before a revolutionary struggle to overthrow capi- talism can be carried out. By fighting and exposing the war aims of the capitalists now; by showing and convincing the workers that the way to defeat capitalism and its war program is to struggle against war and fas- cism now, it is possible to rally and organize the masses for the overthrow of capitalism, before it Plunges the nation into war. fight egainst wars that Besides revolutions are not inevitable by-products of imperialist wars. To be able to turn an im- perialist r into a revolutionary civil war, it is necessary to carry on anti-war work before the actual outbreak of war. If this work is carried out then it is possible to lay the basis for a ry civil war, in the event that the masses are not sufficiently roused and organized to do away with capitalism before the beginning of hostilities, Without a constant struggle against imperialist war, there can be no successful proletarian revolue tion. Workers’ School News From Coast to Coast NEW YORK WORKERS SCHOOL The next four-week lecture course will begin this Saturday, February 9, at the New York Work- ers School, 35 East 12th Street. Mother Bloor, weil known to American workers for forty years active participation in the American labor movement, will be the lecturer. The topic will be “Historic Strikes in the American Labor Movement. This course will be of special interest to all trade unionists and others interested in American labor history. The course will be held Saturdays between the hours of 3:00 and 5:00 P. M. The fee is $1.00. Registra- tion is now going on in the Workers School, 35 East 12th Street. Instead of the regular Sunday evening forum conducted by the New York Workers School at the school auditorium, a special lecture has been ar- ranged by the Workers School and Bookshop at which Earl Browder, General Secretary cf the C.P., U. 8. A., will speak on the “Communist Position on a Labor Party.” The lecture will be held this Sun- day evening, February 10 at the St. Nicholas Palace, 66th Street and Broadway. * . * YOUNGSTOWN WORKERS SCHOOL The Workers Schooi of Youngstown sends Revo- lutionary Greetings to all the Workers Schools throughout the country. The school opened Mon- day, February 4. “One hundred workers for the coming. term,” is their aim and every Youngstown worker who is interested in learning the Marxian and Leninist theories of the class struggle should register within the coming two weeks. Catalogues listing the classes may be had at the school office. 310 W. Federal Street. * . * BALTIMORE WORKERS SCHOOL The Workers School for the city of Baltimore, 209 S. Bond St., is working intensively to build up its registration and to broaden its appeal to the workers of this city. A great deal of publicity has been prepared and its distribution is now taking place. Placards have been put up at strategic lo- cations and permission has been granted by the Public Library to place on its bulletin board a notice of the school's opening and the courses which will be given. In conjunction with the school a forum is being held each Sunday night. Nationally known and local speakers will be invited to speak. Baltimore To See Chapayev Chapayev, the great Russian documentary film, will open at The Auditorium, in Baltimore on Fri- day, Feb. 8. This motion picture theatre is ont of a chain established by the International An Cinema, Inc., in all the large Eastern and Middle Western cities. The purpose of this new chain is to make regulay showings of the latest Soviet films available te workers in other cifies, where the regular com. mercial exhibitors refuse to book picturse from the Soviet Union. This film was declared a “milestone in film history” by Eisenstein, Dovjenko and Pudovkin, and through its unprecedented success its directors Sergei and Georgi Vasliyev have taken their places among the greatest of world’s cinema directors, Chapayev is also scheduled to open at the Belasco Theatre, in Washington, D. C., another of this chain of theatres, on Feb. 21. TUNING IN 7:00 P.M.-WEAF — Industry and the Securities Mar- kets — Richard Whitney, Pres., N. ¥. Stock Exch. WOR—Sports Resume—Stan Lomax WJZ—Amos ‘n’ Andy WABC—Myrt and Maree 1:15-WEAF — Stories of the Black Chamber WOR—Lum and Abner WJZ—Plantation Echoes; Robison Orch.; Southern- aires Quartet WABC—Just Plain Bill 7:30-WEAF—Easy Aces WOR—Harry Stockwell WJZ—Red Davis—Sketch WABC—The O'Neills—Sketch 7:45-WEAF— Uncle Ezra— WOR—Dance Orch. Wev—Dangerous Paradise WABC—Boake Carter, Com- mentator nox, Contralto; Mixed Chorus; Arden Orch, 9:00-WEAF_-Pred Allen, Come edian; Hayton Orch., Amateur Revue WOR—AHillbilly Music ‘WJZ—20,000 Years in Sing Sing—Sketch, with Ware den Lawes WABC—Lily Pons, Soprano; Kostelanetz Orch.; Mixed Chorus 9:30-WOR—To Be Announced WJZ—Maris Jeritzs, 60- prano; Concert Orch, WABC—George Burns and Gracie Allen, Comedians 9:45-WOR—Sandra “Bwenska, 10:00-WEAF—Lombardo Orch. WOR—Literary Justice— ‘WJZ—Hollywood—Jimmy Finer WABC—Broadcast To and 8:00-WEAF—Play, The Sign From Byrd Expedition on the Door, with Mary | 10:15-WOR—Current Events— Pickford, Actress H. E. Read WOR—Lone Ranger—Sketch | _wJZ—Beauty—Mme. Sylvia WJZ—Penthouse Party; 10:30-WEAF—One Man's Fam+ Hellinger, Gladys Gi ily—Sketch Peggy Flynn, Comedienne; | WOR—Variety Musicale ‘Travelers’ Quartet; Cole- | WJZ—Philadelphia City man Orch.; Lee’ Sims, Symphony Oreh.; Dr. Piano; Tomay Bailey, So- Thaddeus Rich, Conductor prano WABC—Mary Eastman, 80« WABC—Diane—Musical prano; Evan Evans, Baris 8:15-WABC — Edwin ©, Hill, tone Commentator 11:60-WEAF—Siry Orch. 8:30-WEAF—Wayne King WOR—News Oreh. WJZ—Kemp Orch. WOR—Variety Musicale WABC—Belaseo Orch. WSZ—Lanny Ross, Tenor; | 11:15-WEAF—Rohert Royce, Ealter Orch. WOR—Moonbeams Trio ABC — Everett Marshall, | 11:30-WEAF—Dance Music Baritone; Elizabeth Len- {also WOR, WJZ, WABO)